When I was younger I used to write a lot. As soon as I learnt to write I would love to write creative stories then later as a teenager, poetry. It was something spontaneous and necessary that was very much a part of me. As a teenager I used to have a book where I would collect quotes and write poetry. I would carry it with me everywhere so that I could always write should the urge hit me. It was by my bed as I slept, it was in my bag at the beach. In recent years I have written creatively less, not due to any conscious decision – I love writing – but it rarely grabs hold of me the way it did when I was younger. I am grateful to blogging for reigniting the writer in me. Recently I decided I would like to write more and I started by buying a beautiful notebook, a special place to journal and share my thoughts. It is in this book that one morning before my yoga practice I felt moved to write this poem.
Surrendering to Yoga
Oh yoga sometimes you ask so much,
There is no place to hide.
Every part of me is invited, here I am,
I offer complete surrender.
Open, open, open body, mind, heart,
Expose all the hidden parts
Here, here, here, everything is bare.
In this moment, I open it all,
Here it is, all these treasures
The love ,the hurt , the vulnerability,
The anger, the pride, the invincibility
I clung to them but I need not.
They are not mine, they are not me.
Thank you yoga for asking for it all,
For not letting me hide, for allowing me to soar.
