My teacher usually closes her yoga classes with the blessing, “May the beauty of what you love be what you do”, which I discovered is adapted from a poem by Rumi that I happily stumbled upon in one of my favorite poetry anthologies:

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical intrument.

May the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

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