Ujjayi Poem
/Ujjayi.
Each molecule of air
Floods your lungs
In rejoice of you.
Moisture renders itself
From your skin
Simply for the chance
To carry
The wonder of you
Into to the eager arms
Of the sky.
Each molecule of air
Floods your lungs
In rejoice of you.
Moisture renders itself
From your skin
Simply for the chance
To carry
The wonder of you
Into to the eager arms
Of the sky.
I don't know about you, but I love the ocean—sparkling water, salty sand, smooth stones, sand-dollars—and the sound of waves as reassuring and life-affirming as heartbeats.
Although it is not as wonder-full as being at the ocean, or practicing Ujjayi on a beach, practicing Ujjayi brings the ocean to one's moment wherever one is. Wherever whenever I practice Ujjayi, the infinite ocean laps at the shore of my being in a way that those seashells I listened to as a child only hinted.
If you haven't yet had the pleasure, you may be wondering, what is Ujjayi (pronounced oo-jai)?
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