Steam like sauna mist wraps around my upper body.
Spirit of people with the same purpose, and I find my small place among them.
I feel like a tiny part, not of my own world, but of the whole universe.
I hope to shine my own light without breaking the harmony.

In a drop of sweat falling before my eyes,
I feel the last night’s beer from watching the World Series spilling out.
In the second drop, rolling from my hair to my forehead,
I feel this week’s desires and fears being cleaned away.

Sometimes, I lose this moment to old regrets or things that haven’t happened yet.
But my body keeps moving.
Challenging people, conflict with partners, work
they steal this moment again.
But I know these are things my own mind created, I keep moving.

I meet my own body, which I have been ignoring while so busy caring about things outside.
I feel my heartbeat, my calves, my toes, the tiny moves in my back,
realizing this body is almost like something I borrowed, not really mine.

It’s hard, exhausting, but I know I can’t change this space or time.
The only thing I can control is me, in this little 2-meter by 1-meter mat.
Within it, I just go forward, at my own pace, meeting myself.

When I balance on one foot like a tree, I shake.
When I see myself in the mirror, I shake even more.
In those times, I look at the little, steady water bottle, my own North Star.
Unshaken.

Now, I am somehow leaning on the floor, eyes closed.
The fresh, cool scent of lavender fills my nose.
The heat coming from my body and the chill flowing from the towel on my head, I feel them each, apart from each other, making a perfect harmony.

My journey every Saturday, 11am to 12pm
IMA Yoga, Miami Beach

Steam like sauna mist wraps around my upper body.
Spirit of people with the same purpose, and I find my small place among them.
I feel like a tiny part, not of my own world, but of the whole universe.
I hope to shine my own light without breaking the harmony.

In a drop of sweat falling before my eyes,
I feel the last night’s beer from watching the World Series spilling out.
In the second drop, rolling from my hair to my forehead,
I feel this week’s desires and fears being cleaned away.

Sometimes, I lose this moment to old regrets or things that haven’t happened yet.
But my body keeps moving.
Challenging people, conflict with partners, work
they steal this moment again.
But I know these are things my own mind created, I keep moving.

I meet my own body, which I have been ignoring while so busy caring about things outside.
I feel my heartbeat, my calves, my toes, the tiny moves in my back,
realizing this body is almost like something I borrowed, not really mine.

It’s hard, exhausting, but I know I can’t change this space or time.
The only thing I can control is me, in this little 2-meter by 1-meter mat.
Within it, I just go forward, at my own pace, meeting myself.

When I balance on one foot like a tree, I shake.
When I see myself in the mirror, I shake even more.
In those times, I look at the little, steady water bottle, my own North Star.
Unshaken.

Now, I am somehow leaning on the floor, eyes closed.
The fresh, cool scent of lavender fills my nose.
The heat coming from my body and the chill flowing from the towel on my head, I feel them each, apart from each other, making a perfect harmony.

My journey every Saturday, 11am to 12pm
IMA Yoga, Miami Beach