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Yoga part 2
On my mat I find myself drawn once again to practice,
As the addictions of my personality drive me into its riches.
On the mat I come face to face with the reality of myself;
I look deeply into this flesh seeking my true heart.
In each asana, I come to seek that balance and stillness
That comes from creeping ever closer to the edge.
For this is the place where truth is found and freedom roams,
As my body comes to terms with my mind through my breath.
I reach into the pose towards that edge I find the challenges.
The competition that wants to rise up within me and hurl me forward;
Or that fear that pulls me back away from that precarious perch.
Balance is that place where I can fully reach out yet not strain.
The stillness within my heart comes to me when the practice is sweet;
When all three legs jell into this new creation, I find the moment.
That eternal present moment where resides the stillness of my God.
Healing begins to flow as I surrender who I am as my Yoga practice matures.
I am connected to the universal soul on the mat when focus is there,
But sometimes I'm just exercising, my soul hides not wanting to be exposed.
Tonight I practiced Yoga to the best of my ability and I was o.k. with that,
As perfection is an illusion, a whisp of smoke, in reality is where I live.
My life is forever changed, I have met my true self on the mat.
I like this universal Fred that I now know, he's a fine fellow indeed.
My heart is open to all that is offered to me in order to facilitate growth.
Peace is the fruit of my practice and it is the balm to my soul.
23Jan08
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