Words create our world.
The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean
continuously creating.
Since I scoured my mind
and my body, I too, Lalla
am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing,
Live in the soul.
When that was so,
I began to go naked,
and dance.
- ‘Vaakhl’ Lal Ded translated by Coleman Barks
Yoga: a cyclical love story
How a course on Yoga History has me reflecting on reverence and responsibility in the modern self-care industry.
