Tag: yoga

 

 Yoga doesn’t care if you can touch your toes. . .

bend your knees.

Yoga doesn’t care if you have read the Sutras chapter and verse. . .

you are welcome.

Yoga doesn’t care who Lulu or Lucy are or if your pants are vegetable dyed hemp. . .

you are not your clothes.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are having your best day or your worst. . .

any day is a good day to practice.

Yoga doesn’t care if you believe you are physically broken or emotionally bankrupt . . .

come as you are.

Yoga doesn’t care if your pants are see-through. . .

and they are, trust me.

Yoga doesn’t care if you speak English, French, Korean or Sanskrit. . .

just speak your own truth.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Muslim, Aetheist, Agnostic. . .

as long as you walk in love.

Yoga doesn’t care if you think you are “all that”. . .

it will humble you.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are fat or skinny, tall or short, brown or white. . .

you are not your vessel.

Yoga doesn’t care if you do not believe in yourself. . .

it will show you the way.

Yoga doesn’t care if you’ve been a jerk your whole life. . .

it will reveal your inner light.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice yin, Bhakti, Bikram, vinyasa. . .

this practice offers so much.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice in the heat or cold, in a bed, on a cushion or in a chair. . .

it cannot be contained.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice one limb or all eight. . .

you have to start somewhere.

Yoga doesn’t care if you can’t shut off your mind. . .

that is why it is called a practice.

Yoga doesn’t care about Chaturanga, Adho Mukha Vrksasana,

or Eka Pada Rajakapotasana. . .

those asanas are the illusions to which we attach ourselves.

Yoga doesn’t give a shit. . .

you do.

Let go of judgment, labels and perfection. . .

simply practice.