My Yoga means to me
what the blue sky means to you.
It's always there,
it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm too busy to look up
but there's no need
for I know it is there.
When my body, mind and soul combine
to practice a downward-facing dog
I have no words to describe my gratitude.
At days it is truly all I have
but that's fine
because I know it won't let me down.
My mat is my safe place to exist;
it doesn't care whether I'm a mess that day
it is there, just waiting for me to hop on
and feel good again.
this is a poem for you, my dear.
For you, the untouchable Yoga
& for you, my selfless mat and friend.
V