Stepping onto the mat.
Did the air just change?
It makes me wonder
is time linear?
Sometimes it feels as if time does stop,
when I slow down my breath,
Finally my mind slows down too.
There is now only feeling.
Feeling and breathing.
And being.
Over time, I’ve developed this relationship.
It started out awkward.
It started out so external,
worrying about what was going on around me.
It started out as just another place of worry and
“am I doing it right?”.
Even behind all of that,
I felt the small tug.
Despite awkward confusion,
I felt the pull of bliss.
The bliss of letting go
of the world
and saying hello to yourself
for the first time.
And now, my practice, my safe space, my movements,
become a blissful dance
The only thing I’m dancing with
is the sound of my breath
and the movement
of my muscles.
A beautiful rectangle of safe space where I feel like anything is possible.
Free to express, change my mind, sit still, or move.
Free to feel. Simple. Easy.
Only feel and breath and move and feel again.
Enjoy the breath lengthening my legs
and allowing me to make shapes.
Enjoy the strength of my core,
the center of me,
guiding me gracefully.
How slow,
how slow can I drip
my arms above my head
Lengthening, reaching stretching.
Until suddenly I melt into another breath
and my body moves with it.
How much longer can I make this breath last,
I never knew my legs were so long.
I’ve been breathing and suddenly my body is balancing on my hands
because it feels right.
By now, I’ve been here in my practice so many times,
I’ve been in this pose, in that pose.
My cerebellum remembers them all.
And blends them together
in breath and movement.
All I need to do is get out of my way,
don’t let the rest of my brain get involved.
I allow the practice to take me,
I surrender to whatever is there
and whatever is not there.
If my body is ready, it will tell me.
If my body is not,
my breath becomes ragged, shallow.
Soften, soften more. Relax your jaw.
Move and soften.
Search for the edges.
Come home and rest.
Appreciate and respect.
And rest.
I step off the mat and the world continues.
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