I came to learn about the connection
Between mind and body,
To learn from one of the great masters
Of the yogic teachings,
But I can't seem to get my mind
Off of the coffee mug
Atop the gray foam yoga block
In front of him on the floor.
It is so simple--white, curved, ceramic,
Steaming from what I suspect is the herbal tea inside it.
It, like me, is breathing ever so gently,
But evenly--I can almost hear it purr.
It emanates such calm.
All of this information being sent my way from the master
I cannot receive.
All I will ever be able to recall
Is the steam emanating from this coffee mug--
Its perfect breath, and its
Dying warmth.
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