My Yoga teacher said, “Breathe like a tree.”
“How do trees breathe?” I wondered, trying hard not to lose my balance.
“Well, they surely don’t pant, because they aren’t running anywhere.” My mind laughed at my body’s attempts to stand like a tree.
Oops, my body lost it and slumped down onto the yoga mat.
“The tree doesn’t fall abruptly and heave as it breathes either.” My mind enjoyed its soliloquy.
“How do trees breathe?” I wondered.
The glass pane rattled, and I looked out at the tree outside. “How do you breathe?” I murmured.
“Gently.” She answered. “Easily. In peace.”
The breeze danced with her branches as she whispered, “Breath by breath. In and out. Easy come. Easy go.”
And so the trees breathe. With each breath’s easy come, they smile. With each breath’s easy go, they give life to all of us.
I bow to the trees.
I bow to my Yoga teacher and all the Yogis holding the Tree Pose.
I bow to all who breathe in with a smile and breathe out in peace.
Do you want to join them, with me?
Sri Krishna Sharanam Mama