Every morn I go in there
I brush my teeth I wash my hair
I drink a glass of water cold
I wait an hour so I can fold
My mat it’s been there all the day
Atop of my mat I start to say
The chant to learn was hard no lie
Ekam inhale I reach for the sky
Every day’s the same routine
It takes me where I can’t be seen
In the basement’s where I go
To fold and bend so I will know
Between my ears has not been quiet
To quell the thoughts I must just try it
So every day I’m always here
To try and try my mind to clear
To aim for clear ain’t easy – no
Good luck with attaining untainted flow,
But sometimes our ruckus shocks brilliant light
Into a mind that seeks insight.