A lovely yoga teacher mentioned how important the breath was during her class. The phrase she used caught my ear, and led me to this prose.
Restricted, constricted, we hold back the power
We hide, we’ve lied, we cling and then cower
We hold on, we hold on – waiting for that perfect space
We hold on, we hold on – grasping for something safe
We’re blind to the bliss, the grand state of glory
We repeat the lines to some old, worn-out story
What have we forgotten, what don’t we consider?
It’s the power of the breath – shall we include her?
She is expansion, she is the heights, the breadth
She is the inhale and exhale, she is the breath
The urgency of her sustenance is met when we must
The depth of her being is explored when we trust
The gift she brings originates from a haven high above
The gift of her giving comes from a pure state of love
No longer do we fear her, no longer do we spite her
It is the magnificence of the breath – let us invite her
Nowhere can we go where she does not go along
Nowhere can we flow where the melody misplaces the song
Nothing can invalidate her, nothing can replace her
It is the beauty of the breath – we can only embrace her
The effortless grace found in the interweaving fabric of life
The dark turning to light, before again the day turns into night
The mysterious puzzle, something to behold, we cannot solve her
It is the power and the wonder of the breath – let us involve her
Yes, in the end, as it was in the beginning – let us involve her
