So, I tried yoga nidra for the first time yesterday. Sleep yoga. I guess, I took the sleep part quite literally. And I am also fairly certain that I looked like the cat in the picture… albeit slightly less hairy.
As per usual, I turned my life into a poem. Here goes. Officially, it’s a poem about the autumn equinox, but it also works as the dream of a cat, sleeping. Or, like it says in the title, this is what happens when you almost fall asleep during yoga nidra.
Autumn equinox, or: what happens when you almost fall asleep during yoga nidra Finding stillness in the softest hiss of embers, wisdom in that dying glimmer, mere cackles of hope, last light of day withdrawing from the winds, birdsong, fading, all distant now, going further, deeper, home, returning. Returning home for rest, listen to breath, heartbeat, song of soul. Source of new fire.