This morning after finishing my daily yoga asana practice, I saw a book my wife left close to yoga mat. The name of the book was “ Writing Down the Bones-Freeing the writer within” by Natalie Goldberg. The writer suggests in the book to pick up one word or two word and started to write something contemplating on the word(s) whatever you write does not matter, if you did write, it would be very opening, healing and joyful act. Something like this she says.

Since I was on the yoga mat, flowing her suggestion I pick up the words  “On the yoga Mat” and started to write that became kind of poetry. Here you go….

On the yoga mat

On the yoga mat, sometime I bend my knee , sometime I bend my arms

Sometime twisting my torso to the left

 Sometime opening my torso to the right

Tilting my butt up and the down, right and the left

 Facing downward and facing upward

On the yoga mat

I become weird and I become free

Sometime lying on my belly, sometime lying on my back

Sometime standing on my head, sometime standing on my feet,

Not only warrior No. 1, but warrior No. 2, 3 and even 4

On the yoga mat

 I become flexible and I become strong

Thinking of not thinking, dreaming of not dreaming,

 just breathing deep and full

Opening my heart, and opening head

 Opening my gut and opening my legs,

On the yoga mat

I become humble and I become brave

On the yoga mat sometime I become a pigeon, sometime a scorpion

Sometime I become a cobra, sometime a fish

Sometime I become a dog, sometime a god

Fully alive and aware,

On the yoga mat, I become everything

and finally

Lying like a dead body

On the yoga mat

I become nothing.