Before the day claims me With its inevitable over analysis By every expert of every stripe About who really blinked first The airwaves clogging up As all sorts of predictions Spell out how profoundly Uncertainty has mangled Our collective wellbeing Let me just lie here, still And silent, recollecting My yoga teacher’s voice As he exhorts me regularly To keep my focus on the Length of the out breath.
I started with you, Hilary and your teaching keeps coming to mind, even after all these years. And I have begun to see how the breath itself is the Guru. 🩵
We are the breath.
Without it, we are no longer in this dimension.
Jay, You have a good yoga teacher 💙
I started with you, Hilary and your teaching keeps coming to mind, even after all these years. And I have begun to see how the breath itself is the Guru. 🩵
what a soothing way to let go
So simple! And yet so challenging.
Such good advice.