Words I thought of as I performed my daily routine of Bikram Yoga:
In every inhale the power of the cosmos envelops us,
In every exhale the destruction of that same power emanates out of us.
In the asanas and the poses, we find a flow that is beyond comprehension as there seems to be a meaning in the hollowness,
the emptyness making it all seem full
There is no certainty in peace, but there is a certainty in relief as the muscles tire and the mind alerts,
There is a glow that beams from within the soul, surreal yet very deep
Almost seems that the divide between human and almighty shrinks..
In every inhale the power of the cosmos envelops us,
In every exhale the destruction of that same power emanates out of us.
In the asanas and the poses, we find a flow that is beyond comprehension as there seems to be a meaning in the hollowness,
the emptyness making it all seem full
There is no certainty in peace, but there is a certainty in relief as the muscles tire and the mind alerts,
There is a glow that beams from within the soul, surreal yet very deep
Almost seems that the divide between human and almighty shrinks..
