Yoga / Union

“Yoga is the practice of quieting the mind”— Patanjali


I saw how my world one day

crumbled into dust;

my sky lost all its glitter;

I had no ground to stand on;

Time like boulders

rolled down on me in torrents.

I saw the mind crush and smash.

I looked in vain

for the shelter of kindness.

Caught up in the whirlwind of chaos

I lost all my breath.

While I was sinking in the dark numbness

I caught hold of a voice

that rose from within, whispering

‘Pause; Breathe’.

I gasped at first

then took a deep breath

that slowly took me to a landscape within.

It was my first yoga;

my union, with my inner world.

Here the wounded mind heals;

the worn out heart finds rest;

here the day is not sunless;

neither the night starless.


Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Yoga @ Poets United