Yogis embody asana and rejoice in the periphery turned central. Their melody in motion forms a new identity through the habit of engagement with particularity and universality. In every moment, yogis come to know they are a beautiful grey, a crush of salt and pepper.
Surrendering to moments that bend and shape, yogis open as flowers to spring and seek to follow an inward compass. When we insert our egos and rough-hew the curriculum’s established gravity, a shining divinity is dimmed.
In steady motion to yoga’s entry point, yogis release and listen to yoga’s song and follow their breath to an inner melody. That melody is a score to a beautiful transformation. Near the end, we sink into a liminal space where a guru points the way in rechaka, kumbhaka, and puracha, breath in, steady hold, and release.
Yoga class ends and we hear, “May this practice give strength to your body, kindness and compassion to your heart, calm and clarity to your mind.”
We take it in and learn to embrace yoga’s alchemy. It connects us to all and we remember to not dig up in doubt what we planted in faith.
AUDIO, Yoga Song, the afterword:
GREGORY ORMSON'S Notes, Articles, Blogs, Vlogs Gregory Ormson writes from the ecotone, the vibrant intersections of landscape, spirituality, and physical presence. His essays and poems have appeared in literary journals, anthologies, and print magazines. Author of *Yoga Song* and other works, Ormson blends lyrical observation with grounded reflection drawn from his Midwestern roots and global travels. He lives in Arizona and Wisconsin, seeking stillness where stories emerge like bears. 
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