Photo by Brynna Bryant.
The fiercest Warrior, expansive and broad in his stance on the yoga mat, has no furrowed brow.
An elegant yogini stands on her hands, a tiny smile drawn across her face.
Tree pose without tense toes. And Triangle, effortless extension through the arm and fingertips, the palm relaxed instead of strained.
Calm in the belly, even while the navel is drawn in toward the spine.
Nothing to change. Nowhere to go, except inward.
Allowing the pose, its equanimity, to wash over me.