That Room

The heat.

The quiet.

The intent.

It’s sacrid.

Healing.

Pure.

Accepting.

Nonjudgemental.

Light.

I can breathe.

And be me.

Just me.

No makeup.

No title.

No responsiblity.

Just me.

Immerse myself in my practice.

Focus on my body.

At my own pace.

The power of the postures.

The depth of that day.

The cleansing of the sweat as it swells and rolls off on my skin,

The smell.

The salt.

The heat.

Namaste.

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