Every time I practice asanas, I connect to a deeper place.
With each breath, each movement, each taste, each smell and each sensation, I make love.
Yoga has taught me to love myself first as I am, with all my imperfections. So as I practice yoga on my mat, I make love with myself and with all that this universe embodies. I make love with gratitude towards my blessings. I embrace all that I am, as I am.
I explore the smallest inch on my body and the deepest breath from my lungs. I caress my skin with each inhale…and each exhale.
My ujjayi warms my insides and makes my eyes float up ever so slightly as I feel the energy building. Beads of sweat kiss my face. Loose hairs tickle my neck. Body parts dance gracefully and rhythmically.
In the beginning, I tease myself with flirtatious movements that make my muscles peak with interest. During the practice, I am at a constant climax as I explore God’s play. But at the end, in the final surrender, I let go and give myself completely.
And yes, it’s sexy, sweet and sattvic.
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