You whip out the mat, and tie back your hair
Unless you are bald or a great grizzly bear.
You burn incense and dong a bell
You take a deep breath and approve of the smell.
You listen carefully, until you can hear
A great big nothing, the coast must be clear.
There’s nothing to do and no place to be
But to nourish this soul, this wonderful ‘me’.
There are arms and legs all over the place.
Your gait is stately, you wear a calm face.
You’re ready to start, you’re all warmed up,
“Ah, my herbal tea! I might take a sip.”
You’re definitely ready, to begin at last.
You’re ready to forget, the future and past.
Here and now – in this sacred space
Your practice starts, at an enlightened snail’s pace.
Three-part-breaths and reverse warrior pose.
During downward dog, your bum it doth rose.
Five pointed star and a bit of half moon
A graceful goddess, oh! It’s over too soon.
Life has slowed down, you could stay here all day
But you’re due back at work, for the bills you must pay.
A short meditation before you must go
Loving-kindness to all, from your heart it does flow.
Life recommences – but not as before
For you have spent an age, with yourself on the floor.
You notice the beauty in the run of the mill
For you’re a glorious yogi, all present and still.
Yogasync me! Does this poem make you smile? Keep your good mood going with this deep guided meditation: