Layers and layers, like an onion. We’ve all heard something along those lines at one point or another in our yoga practice. Bikram yoga helps us explore those layers, digging deeper, both physically and mentally. Some of the emotions that surface in the yoga room are tied to happenings from many years ago.
I was doing some digging earlier today. It wasn’t an emotional revelation in the yoga studio; rather, I had been digging in a literal sense, looking through some old papers in my room. But it was just as significant, because I stumbled across something really worthwhile.
Think back to your childhood. There is something really unique and inspiring about childhood–perhaps it’s because children see the world through such genuine and honest perspectives. There is a simplicity in their views, yet their simplicity can be at times so thought-provoking.
What I found was a poem I wrote in 6th grade. Though the storyline is direct, the flow truly mesmerizes me–it makes me feel like being wrapped in a blanket of rich memories and raw emotion, even as I read it years later. I thought I’d share it here, unedited, on the blog–feel free to interpret it however you need to in this moment.
an lz original
The last zippers are zipped;
the last padlocks are set
You lie down
and pull the covers up to your neck
The bedside window is opened,
you look out to the night sky
The dark sky decorated by shining stars
and a pale ivory full moon.
You try to doze off.
There are too many thoughts
running through your head.
You open your eyes, groggy
you realize you hardly slept last night
yet you force yourself to get up
Today’s the big day.
You push a heavy cart with your belongings on it
An airplane flies over your head
You enter the building doors.
Everything has been done
There’s the sound of sniffling behind you
You hug your friends and family as hard as you can
But we have to part here.
There’s a lump in your throat.
You force yourself to pick up your bag
As you’re rising higher and higher in the air,
something hits you:
it’s not that you’ve been running around the airport all day;
it’s not that you can’t recall when you last ate;
it’s the fact that you’re slowly going farther