Poem: On the mat

On the mat

On the mat



On the mat



I am here, again, on my yoga mat

Circling around my question:

How do I embody the love, the life I seek?


One breath, the body moves and all the stories grow quiet.

One breath and silence opens like a vast sky.

One breath and right now it is obvious –

This silence is a window for love, for life to shine through.


I practise yoga to enter this river of being,

To taste the essence of things,

To be moved by this world,

To sink into the luminous presence that is right here.



Anahata Giri



Anahata Giri