This is a poem written by a young sister who reluctantly attended her first Yoga class with major attitude going on. She refused to do anything the teacher said in class. Afterwards, the teacher said it was okay, but that he wanted her to do only one thing that would get her "feeling good". She didn't believe him, but she learned the breathing exercise anyway and hurried out of the room. Two weeks later, she returned to the class and handed the Yoga teacher this poem, and with a big smile confessed that that one little breathing exercise he gave her had changed her life. She no longer smoked weed or crack and she was starting to feel good about her self.
This is a special story about one person's experience. Everyone will have their own story. You just have to take a chance and try something new...YOGA!
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
It's the air, man...air.
I breath it in... Blow it out...
Breath it in... Blow it out again...
Boy, this air makes me feel high...
So high... I know I can fly...Getting high on a train stimulates my heart, lungs and brain
Without causing me sicknesss... without causing me pain...
To get my high I don't need to smoke crack or take smack...
All those drugs plain out whack...
I need my body to stay in tact...
So that I can play ball... so that I can run track...
I don't need to take coke to make me feel dope...
To get my high... I just breath...
And all my stress... so sweetly relieved...What's did he say?... what's that I hear?...
"Next stop 42nd and Time Square?"...
That's my stop... I get off there...
It feels good to meditate air...
On the train for only one fare...
Getting high on a train...— Shani D. 16yrs