during my first and only hot yoga class
the instructor spoke of a divine light
and the transfer of light from her body to mine
and onto the eight or nine others in the studio
spent from the heat,
the push for realization was so exhausted,
it erased every initial idea of intention
Nah brah; my pain is urgent and of the time
hover your namaste anywhere but in my general direction
let me absorb the moment
let me reflect on how discomfort will effect my psyche
let me steep in this pool of sweat
let me cradle my divine light
perspiration, not inspiration
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