We the imperfect
the insecure
the human
step on our mats
and through the fire of the practice
while carried by grace 
we join together 
knowing there is no other way
and we surrender all illusion
even if just for a moment

Becoming

We the inspired
We the devoted
We the light

We remember
then forget
but only to remember again
over and over again
until the practice becomes 
the way we live and breathe 
in each moment