i fall in love again with the city as if she is a fierce goddess… dark and heavy, her humid hands cradle my face with a sweet remembrance that whispers decades of wonder into my ears. i move through sidewalks and subways like a waiting devotee, asking for a moment, a breath of her acknowledgement… one space where i can fit in and be held, be heard and understood as her own.
i have yearned for so long to be understood by the streets, to be absorbed and uplifted by this steel and concrete pulsation that is my home. here we lie together hand in hand, me wrapped in her thick night, reciting mantras of hip hop and street music so she might hear me. pounding my feet and hands and shoulders and heart to the dancefloor so she might feel me.
i forgot along the way when my heart was so deeply broken that she loves me, that in fact she IS me. i descended into her bowels thinking that the underground was an endless night. i stopped remembering the absolute devotion that i still hold in my heart… the religion of her street-love.
but now i remember again. i remember she used to tell me how full we all are, how perfect and immaculate we are in our own grime and dissonance. this trash and pavement is an opportunity to uncover a deeper beauty. this city is a playground for harnessing our holograms of infiniteness… one big yoga mat for a practice that moves on the rhythm and heartbeat and breath of millions of minds and journeys and stories.
i welcome myself back to her arms. bhakti in my heart, i will offer everything because she is already me. and i am she. atha yoganusasanam. here begins the auspicious discipline of yoga. kali city. yoga city. breakti city.