On the yoga mat (Peotry)
12th July, 2011 - Posted by Briksha - 1 Comment
This morning after finishing my daily yoga asana practice, I saw a book my wife left close to yoga mat. The name of the book was “ Writing Down the Bones-Freeing the writer within” by Natalie Goldberg. The writer suggests in the book to pick up one word or two word and started to write something contemplating on the word(s) whatever you write does not matter, if you did write, it would be very opening, healing and joyful act. Something like this she says.
Since I was on the yoga mat, flowing her suggestion I pick up the words “On the yoga Mat” and started to write that became kind of poetry. Here you go….
On the yoga mat
On the yoga mat, sometime I bend my knee , sometime I bend my arms
Sometime twisting my torso to the left
Sometime opening my torso to the right
Tilting my butt up and the down, right and the left
Facing downward and facing upward
On the yoga mat
I become weird and I become free
Sometime lying on my belly, sometime lying on my back
Sometime standing on my head, sometime standing on my feet,
Not only warrior No. 1, but warrior No. 2, 3 and even 4
On the yoga mat
I become flexible and I become strong
Thinking of not thinking, dreaming of not dreaming,
just breathing deep and full
Opening my heart, and opening head
Opening my gut and opening my legs,
On the yoga mat
I become humble and I become brave
On the yoga mat sometime I become a pigeon, sometime a scorpion
Sometime I become a cobra, sometime a fish
Sometime I become a dog, sometime a god
Fully alive and aware,
On the yoga mat, I become everything
and finally
Lying like a dead body
On the yoga mat
I become nothing.