Western Oz Words: Yoga On Monday
We start to travel through the ways of ancient disciplines so right for modern times...'' Margaret Dunn presents a poem about a Monday night yoga class.
On Monday nights when day is done
We come together one by one
Drifting quietly through the Door
Spreading Mats upon the Floor
A few quiet smiles, a word with friends
Before our minds move inwardly
Reaching for the sanctuary of Yoga
To be within our own small inward place
We start to travel through the ways
Of ancient disciplines so right for modern times
The old techniques of breathing, balance, posture
That give us strength and calm our wayward minds
No place for straining tired muscles here
No place for frantic action, leaps and bounds
Just timeless, subtle movements from the past
Adjusted to the needs of Each Own Self
The lesson ends, it’s time for relaxation
With lowered lights the music softly flows
We listen to a quiet benediction
This Monday night is drawing to a close
Our minds grow still in silent meditation
Content to be ourselves in this quiet space
Again we’ve charged our energies from Yoga
To help us through the week we have to face
