In this week's installment of the Yoga Living Project, Erika de la Cuadra, Cambio Teacher, shares some poetry that sponteniously came to her during a yin yoga class. Read below and if you have your own thoughts, poems, freewrite or anything else of the sort to contribute to the Yoga Living Project, email
Who do I love, what do I worship?
The flowers that grow among the grasses, blooming, translucent of their own accord
The breath that spontaneously begins and completes itself
The son who honors the divine beauty of his mother and grandmothers
The dimples on my thighs that present themselves when I sit
Who do I love, what do I worship?
The friend who kissed the tip of my nose, because I felt safe enough to ask, choking through the sobs
The violin strings that vibrate in my ears as I stroll up my street
And the leaves that rustle in the wind above my head
The stranger that smiles with their eyes, wise, as if they know who lives in my body is who lives in theirs
Who do I love, what do I worship?
Sun Mountain, pink in the morning, silhouetted at night
Dotted with rough trees, burned yet growing still
It survives the the hot sun beating down that ponders the muggy peak’s midday existence
And the gruffness in your voice when you’re weary from caring so much
Who do I love, what do I worship?
The God of the lover who is all around me
The God who opens the heart of my beloved
And sets love free to roam among us
Like wildflowers that bloom, translucent among the grass.
