I listened to a student express frustration today.
He said he hadn’t improved in his yoga practice
as much as he should’ve since he began
two and a half years ago.
Who decides what adequate improvement is?
Who tells us whether or not we are good enough?
What are the stories we tell ourselves
to keep us from becoming lovers with this moment?
If we could drop our stories for just a second,
we might behold our own magnificence
and experience the ecstasy of being
Now imagine what would happen
if we could drop our stories for two seconds.