My yoga classA Poem by Mrudula Rani21st of June international day of yoga.
Soft light from the lamps at the alter tries filling the hall,
fails in reaching the corners of the huge expanse Onto the polished ground in pools they fall. My yoga class sits still and silent with an inward glance, Before beginning the asanas, sitting in lotus position, we say prayer; the mantra in unison as one voice. The sound of Om, like a single stroke of bell, loud, solid in rendition, suspends for a moment, fills the space, turns into a whisper and trails. Smoke from the incense sticks rises in thin wispy emissions, mild smell of cloves and exotic flowers fill the room in details. In the backyard trees, a family of Bem-ti-vis, with enthusiasm greet, For over an hour it will be our private world, body and mind on a mission. Breathing in and out to a count of numbers, we expell angst, bend like bow, downward dog, and stretch like snake, camel, table. stand like warrior, tree, with balance, still and straight. The instructor, gentle yet firm, step by step leads us to the mark. A marvellous sensation envelopes as my body twists and bends, Our boosted confidence assures physically coming awake we treat each other gentle and tender at the practices' end After collective moments of serenity and strength, a prayer, leave we take. As we bid good day, wishing all well, with hope of meeting soon, to perceive goals of health and good will, everyone says Namaste! © 2018 Mrudula RaniAuthor's Note
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