A Little Word

Ultimately, no words can capture it. If it were the wind, words would only be the leaves it passes through. This is the essence of a yoga. Daily I can rise to do my exercises, but they mean nothing unless daily I take off the coat of yoga from my being. At that place, there is life overcome. Dwelling within me, it is nowhere. I find myself within it, so I am nowhere. Only no one can be nowhere.