Saturday Morning Yoga

Her soothing voice gently echoes through the room
We follow her commands; she wills us into shapes.
We bow, bend, we gaze and we breathe.
Beautiful women of all sizes and shapes
gracefully stretch out their wonderful curves

As we close our eyes, the inner world unfolds slowly
streaks of white light flash across the sky
we discover unguarded portals and hidden pathways
we travel through time and reunite with lost memories
occasionally, we even step into the dreaming.

The bamboo flute ripples through the unconscious
A heavy cloud hangs lightly above the treetops
layers of mist shroud the adobe in the woods
hesitant droplets sway on the blades of grass.

A distant stream whispers through the thicket
a leaf floats in radiant patterns, vivid yet undefined
together with the water, it flows in a gentle rhythm.
They weave into each other like threads of silk
and soon they cease to be separate.

We follow and we too let our boundaries melt
we become the elements, each other, and the force
a sudden realization of our own unity.
A moment of pure, luxurious, sensual silence!

"I honor the light within you" - Her voice echoes again gently!