First Yoga Lesson

“Be a lotus in the pond,” she said, “opening
slowly, no single energy tugging
against another but peacefully,
all together.”

I couldn’t even touch my toes.
“Feel your quadriceps stretching?” she asked.
Well, something was certainly stretching.

Standing impressively upright, she
raised one leg and placed it against
the other, then lifted her arms and
shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,” she said.

I lay on the floor, exhausted.
But to be a lotus in the pond
opening slowly, and very slowly rising–
that I could do.

Mary Oliver

CultFit Tree

13 Comments on “First Yoga Lesson”

  1. mishedup says:

    oh i love that poem so..and mary oliver.
    thank you

  2. Maia says:

    That’ll be my next ink… because of this poem…
    Or maybe the second. There is something supposedly in the works 😉

  3. Cheryl Krupski says:

    Love this and Mary Oliver. Many thanks!

  4. sara says:

    Is there no end to the delight of Mary Oliver? A first yoga class poem indeed!

  5. Sandra says:

    Thank you for introducing me to Mary Oliver 🙂

    Off to New Mexico for a conference, a well-deserved break, a chance to reconnect with old friends (former friends that happen to be older than me), awesome food, sunshine, mountains, desert, and a celebration of an award received.

    Have a beautiful glorious spring week! We haven’t had a spring like this in at least three years!

  6. Deborah says:

    This poem made me smile. My first yoga class was similar to what the author experienced. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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