Poem: 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.