yoga is the answer, the question is irrelevant
the teacher is the practice
The room is 105°F and 60% humidity
space is held for breath
for bodies
for becoming
safety and surrender coexist
holding it all for these souls
for the music, the mirrors,
the lefts and rights,
the air is thick with heat and hope
every body
is different
holding something unseen
some arrive trembling
tears catching on the edge of an exhale
others buzz with joy, overflowing energy
presence becomes the only true posture.
the gift is in seeing humanity
in its most vulnerable form
struggling, sweating
unguarded, unraveling
remembering
transformation unfolds
the loud breath
the quiet sigh
we return to our bodies
this practice, this teaching,
one of the greatest gifts
the music may stop
someone may arrive late,
for one it's too hot
the other it’s too cold
nothing truly falters
the room keeps breathin
the lessons keep coming
the awareness keeps expanding
the human experience,
empathy and patience,
what it means to lead from love.
love that seeks not control or power,
but the love that stays
fully present
fully alive