T'was the Night for Christmas Yoga

T'was the night for Yoga, when all thro' the studio,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a crow;
The mats were laid on the floor with care,
In hopes that Yogi-Guru would soon be there;
 
The yogis where resting all calm on their mats,
While feelings of love and peace spreading with every breath,
And Jade in her lulu's, and I in my shorts,
Had just settled our minds for our vinyasa practice.
 
When out in reception all eyes were on the clocks,
I sprang from my mat to pick up my two blocks.
Away to the window I flew like an eagle,
Looked into the basket, and picked up a strap.
 
The moon, now visible in the night sky,
Cast shadows onto the walls and mats below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a headset, an iphone, and today's playlist.
 
With a relaxed look, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Yogi-Guru.
More swift than a cobra, her verbal cues came,
She spoke, whispered and called the asana's by name:
 
Now! Balasana, Now! Utkatasana, Now! Salambhasana, Now! Uttanasana,
Now! Garudasana, Now! Padmasana, Now! Tadasana, Now! Badhakonasana,
To the top of the mat! to the side of the quoted wall!
Now Twist away! Twist away! Twist away all!
 
As sun salutations rise and fold, with downward dogs in every flow,
We rose into warrior one, then a quick turn of the foot to warrior two;
Once our warrior exalted, soon after humbled,
The asana's, sequenced perfectly, guided as per Yogi-Guru's cues.
 
The transitions, swift and synchronized to each Ujjayi,
Seamlessly flowing from one to another, inhale, exhale.
Asana after asana she did call, all leading to the flow's peak pose,
Now on to one foot, hold the other in hand, lean forward - Natarajasana, dancer’s pose.
 
She was dress'd in Lulu, top and bottom,
And her attire all branded in Pure;
Smartly she looked, confident her stance;
As she demo'd the poses for all to follow.
 
Her eyes - always a twinkle to brighten the room,
Her smile so contagious, as to draw the same from all;
Her body, a witness to years of training, highlighted each pose;
And her mind, always two steps ahead, with options and adjustments in tow.
 
She commanded the room, be it mindful, hot, or lively with beats;
The style did not matter, Ashtanga, Hatha, Yin or Flow, she teaches all.
Pose after pose she did call, with transitions sequenced in between;
Breath in, hold, slowly let go, was her mantra.
 
She guided us down onto our mats, taking a drink and towel along the way;
A twist to the right, a twist to the left, now center;
One final deep breath, and curl up into a ball,
Soon came the cue to let it all out - final Savasana.
 
She spoke but a gentle word, waited for all to be still,
And closing her eyes, guiding us to do the same,
And fill'd our minds with stillness; then our intention;
And bringing us to be seated with hands together at our hearts.
 
We took another deep breath, with a long sigh out,
Our hands to our forehead, and gentle bow forward,
It's been a pleasure to share this space with all of you today,
One last OM together, and to all a good night, Namaste.