I wonder, what does Yoga mean to me?
Is it the ability to set myself free?
It’s true in each moment I can choose to celebrate
I can stop action and meditate
I know when I do this my spirit feels light
and when I engage in the world things feel right
but still sometimes in the middle of the night I wake and I feel pain
despite lightness of being, pain comes again?
I look to the skies and heavens above
and the answer comes…Yoga is LOVE,
For without pain and no sleep and a little cry
I would not have deeply wondered why oh why?
And remind myself that Love is our very existence
And there is no end to patience and persistence…
The patience to listen and understand
to be there and holds someones hand
The persistence to give and not take
and keep my heart open and my mind awake
So despite the fight sometimes to keep a smile on my face
I know I am covered in a warm blanket of grace
And so as I drift off to sleep again, in my cosy bed
A soft melody of loving and being loved, now plays in my head 🙂
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Love and yoga… Says it all.