February 24, 2012

Struggle, a Poem.


On the mat

Expecting bliss

As I tend to do once in a while

Instead she comes in

And it becomes a battle of egos

She and I

Teachers, facing off

Although perhaps I was the only one who knew it

Rolling my eyes as she taught

Too quickly, too jubilantly, with face turned away from us

Instead of quietly rolling up my mat

And leaving the situation

I stayed, embarrassed that I would judge her in this way

I stayed, embarrassed that I might be judged if I left

Weak, unable

So I stayed

I began ujjayi

I moved with the rhythm of my breath, not the voice of the

I left it outside

I became my teacher

Building heat, churning prana

and seeking the light.

My Ego quietly shut her eyes once again, sleeping quietly

Allowing my Wisest Self to take her rightful place

on the mat.

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