I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat.
Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comes to me when I am open to receive.
Wisdom and knowledge I seek
with each wave of movement, in each new but familiar pose.
Standing straight or on one leg, I reach for the sky,
and smile in the face of discomfort.
The closer I move toward balance,
the more I feel united by the spirit of my internal life.
Some days I float effortlessly with strength in my hands,
other times I lean back to stabilize and restore.
I close my eyes to the rest of the world and listen to the soothing sounds of the ocean’s breath.
I like the calm, foggy ocean
where the anchored boats
seem to linger.
I enjoy an afternoon
of staying in bed,
gazing out the window
and feeling the earth rotate
around the sun.
I relish the time
when everyone is gone
and I get to spend alone time
at a downtown cafe.
I yearn for the day
when I have no work to do,
no chores or errands to run.
When I can just be.
I like the quiet
because I can hear
the sound of my inner voice
Multitasking and running on autopilot,
my mind gets caught between gears,
up a snowy incline, down a slick road,
bubble gum stuck to my soles.
Sometimes I lose track
of the years that just passed,
muted in life’s frantic pace,
moments that race by like speeding trains.
But when I take time to stay, to open my eyes in quiet,
I catch a glimpse of the palm trees, feel the fresh breeze
and experience the changing skies.