Our mats, the pews
Our breaths, the prayers
Our stretches, poses and groans,
the praise
Our yogi leader, our spirit guide
We gather faithfully
To work on body, soul and spirit
A delicate chime brings us
To seated prayer
Namaste
Then off we go
Restored and a bit sore
To calmly face the day
To do our errands
Prepare meals, vacuum and dust
We pause, drink tea and rest
Then unrolling mats
We practice again
Namaste
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