Yoga is Movement in Stillness
And Stillness in Motion
A calm mountain lake,
The crashing waves of the Ocean
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It’s extravagance, simplicity,
It is Ice and Fire.
It is a new born babe
And the funeral Pyre.
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It’s the belly’s hearty laughter
And a serious pout.
It is seeing all our layers
From the inside to the out.
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Yoga is within and all around us
In its essence and its form
It is shape and it is shapeless
Vast empty sky and wild storm.
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And where is yoga not?…
It is nowhere not here.
It can be found in every crevice,
In feeling Love through all our fears.
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It is diving into LIFE and
Meeting every situation.
It is holding ourselves kindly
Through each habituation.
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And awake to every moment
Exactly as it is
The concept drops away
And there is only
THIS
(poem by Hayley Price, December 2013 (c) )