Classless Yoga

Abandon every
program and routine.
There is no sequence
of postures.
Stand valiantly and
gently sway
in the breeze of your
own breath.
Let your body rise and fall,
circling slowly, a vast
starry firmament between
the ligaments of each bone,
muscles washed in
attention, moving
out of their ocean wheels,
galactic cells, Wordless
creations of the infinitesimal...
There are no instructions.
There is no book.
No, more slowly.
Go nowhere,
inventing themselves
from molten stillness.
Now it is you own dance.

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