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.
At a recent yoga class, I farted several times during the happy baby pose and made believe that it wasn’t me.
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.
The mind like water
Strong yet still
An ocean of thoughts
Connecting without gripping
Blending and mixing
Receiving without judging
Evaporating into the atmosphere.
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