The mountain of stress
Had formed intricate knots in my back.
I know exactly what needs to be done
To make me relaxed - it is not a stranger to me.
Moments later I am lying on my mat,
Arms outstretched to the letter T;
Legs bent in and folded to my torso -
Ready to twist about in a reclined twist.
Twisting and turning one way,
Then the other.
Wringing out built up of stress,
Stretching and untwisting the intricate knots.
Bending but not braking;
Loving to love myself.
I breathe in and breathe out,
Keeping rhythm with my stretching self.
Finally, I am relaxed and stress-free;
And one of my favorites in yoga
Has melted away the mountain successfully -
The reclined twist pose.
[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2019]
very nice poem.
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