In the stillness of yoga’s grace,
Where breath meets the tranquil space,
The mind finds peace, the soul its place,
Embracing calm in a gentle embrace.
On mats laid down with care and love,
We seek the quiet from above,
Each pose a prayer, each stretch a dove,
Wings of serenity, gentle as a glove.
Through movements slow, we start to see,
The unity of body and the tree,
Roots grounded firm, branches wild and free,
In yoga’s flow, we just let be.
As sun salutes and moons do phase,
We find ourselves in wondrous ways,
In every breath, a sacred praise,
In every moment, a yogic gaze.