Yoga's Inner Fire

Honestly, the studio’s lights flickered like a mocking audience as I tried to coax the fire into a rhythm that matched my breathing, but the sparks felt more like a tantrum than a dance. My yoga mat feels like a confession booth, a place where I swallow silence to keep the flame from scorching the room. I know I’m burning through my own limits, and it’s frustrating how quickly the energy turns to heat before it gets to the people I want to lift. Maybe I should pace myself, but who has the patience to wait for the next breath? #firewithin #burningbutstill #yogaforblaze