Classtime

Dirty street.
Bright yellow door with signpost: Yoga above.
Pass through the door and climb into clouds of lavender.

Remove my shoes and unfurl my pink flying carpet.
Settle into the gentle puff of breeze and breath.

Class has started: Attention, bow to your purpose.
Embrace the sweat and ocean waves of your neighbors.

Lift, twist, internalize and expel the prana within.
Balance, pose, focus, push to the limit.

Seep down and in and quietly relax
to be born again, on the little pink mat.

Class is ending: Attention, bow to your purpose
and to the teacher within.

Om shanti shanti, Namaste.