Here you are again.
Like a faithful friend, never straying too far.
You remind me of my power, my strength and determination.
You push my edges, and I linger on the sensations that pour through my body;
the pulsing of my heart and the embodiment of my soul.
You see it never was about the physical for me, and yet, somehow with you,
I enjoy being in my body so much.
You’ve held me when my heart ached and sheltered me so I could find my inner fire.
To this day, I feel my most empowered expressed self when I’m with you.
You have taught me patience, accountability, and presence.
While I’ve fought to preserve your integrity, when corporate mouths wished to bottle your remedy and sell it without distilling your luscious layers.
You helped create my life, and even my purpose, as I attempted to express this love story in wearable art.
You pushed me further into myself when I had to let it all go and found a way to be my companion as I burnt it to the ground and hovered in the void,
waiting like the Phoenix to rise.
You waited there with me, slowly rebuilding my confidence and holding a mirror up to those patterns that wouldn’t loosen their grip.
You waited with the patience and presence of the divine until I could see…
Until I could see that you are me.
The yoga, my companion through the trials and triumphs of my be-coming,
was the divinity within me.
The higher me.
Beckoning me forth with such a steadfast nature I had no choice but to return to her
again and again and again.
For that is the yoga, union with the divine.
It is the passionate love affair that blazes through your thoughts on repeat.
It is the falling, madly and deeply in love with you.
The divine you.
