This morning I entered the yoga class, spread my mat, and sat down, cross-legged. We were waiting for the teacher to arrive. Since the room was unlighted, we could not see each other and we were each doing our own thing, stretching, relaxing on our bellies or backs, or simply meditating. As I tuned into the people around me, I heard their soft whispers. The whispered conversations and soft laughter sounded like the chirps and tweets of birds. I felt connected to everyone around me: we were all in tune with each other, whether silent or chatting, as we waited to practice yoga together.
As we began our practice, we inhaled and exhaled together, the rhythms of our movements harmonized with our breaths, and finally our resounding "oms" were as vibrant as bells.
I experienced an epiphany: our joined motions and sounds made us one energy; our bodies that separated us were mere illusions. If we did not have skin and bone and tissue, and if we were only sound and breath, we would be seen as one not separate!
As we began our practice, we inhaled and exhaled together, the rhythms of our movements harmonized with our breaths, and finally our resounding "oms" were as vibrant as bells.
I experienced an epiphany: our joined motions and sounds made us one energy; our bodies that separated us were mere illusions. If we did not have skin and bone and tissue, and if we were only sound and breath, we would be seen as one not separate!
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