Yoga of the soul,
Is stretching your heart,
Until you accept people
It’s a feeling of being smothered by a wave,
When love takes over your state.
You drown serenely,
As you stop fighting,
The currents pulling you under.
It makes you nimble.
All your reservations,
Inhibitions, hate, disregard,
Looking down upon and more,
All vanish and you embrace everyone,
The whore and the nun,
One and the same.
The sinner and the saint, brothers.
The doctor and the drunk,
The philosopher and the madman,
Everyone is welcome in your home.