This morning my Bikram yoga buddies and I set up our camps and then went back out in the lobby. When we entered the room again, my friend said, "Oh! The mats look so pretty!" They did, and, of course my mind took off. Here's where it went:
Four mats in a hot room, lie in the sun,
Four mats in a hot room, wait for what's to come,
Four mats in a hot room, hold secrets they try to hide,
Four mats in a hot room, wait for us inside.
Toes and heels together, we begin the first breath,
Twenty-six poses, with Bengal tiger strength,
Monkey minds, anxious thoughts, pull and tug our brains,
In the battle of the mats - the yoga always reigns.
And so, as another day goes by, I'm not a poet and I do know it, but sometimes you have to just laugh and not take yourself so seriously, and…I have written.
(Mine is the turquoise one, set up in the corner, where I face myself in that mirror and battle heat, breath, and demons daily – could be why some days ya just gotta laugh!)
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