Yoga Day Poems

Yoga is the practice which makes us healthy, wealthy and wise not only externally but also from the soul. It can be essentially beneficially in healing all every ailment be it physical or mental one. And, therefore, everyone should inculcate the habit of practicing yoga in their lives. It brings forth the zeal of leading a life full of life no matter what. Considering the immeasurable benefits of practicing Yoga the United Nations on the recommendation of the Prime Minster of India, Narendra Modi declared 21st June as the Yoga Day. And around the World this day is celebrated with zeal and pomp.

The Governments and people around make use of various means to motivate people for making Yoga a part of their life. On this day, the World gets filled with the spirits of making a healthy way of life. At every nook and corner you can find people talking about Yoga and its benefits. Some recite Yoga Day poems to instil the fire to reinvigorate the desire inside for entering the flock of the healthy group of people.

Here we are providing with a large number of Yoga poems exclusively for the convenience of readers, which they may use to send to their loved ones to make them aware about the importance of yoga. These poems on Yoga are a great source to letting spreading the zeal of being fit and fine with Yoga.

Here is the list of poems on Yoga for an enthusiastic Yoga celebration:

1. Movement
We Have Come to Be Danced by Jewel Mathieson
“We have come to be danced not the pretty dance
not the pretty-pretty, pick me, pick me dance
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance”

2. Perfection
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
Love what it loves.”

3. Compassion
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye
“Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.”

4. Awareness
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.”

5. Trust
Desiderata by Max Ehrmann
“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

6. Devotion
The Religion of Love by Ibn Arabi
“My heart holds within it every form,
it contains a pasture for gazelles,
a monastery for Christian monks.
There is a temple for idol-worshippers,
a holy shrine for pilgrims;
There is the table of the Torah,
and the Book of the Koran.
I follow the religion of Love
and go whichever way His camel leads me.
This is the true faith;
This is the true religion.”

7. Gratitude
So Many Gifts by Hafiz
“Please forgive Hafiz and the Friend
if we break into sweet laughter
when your heart complains of being thirsty
when ages ago
every cell in your soul
capsized forever
into this infinite golden sea.”

8. Possibiility
The Fragile Vial by Rumi
“Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
where something might be planted,
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.”

9. Balance
Paradox by Jeff Dickson
“These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.”
Yoga helps us find slower, fewer, but deeper breaths. It provides us with less overall muscle tension, but more specific muscle engagement. Less diffuse mental energy but more laser-like concentration.

10. Surrender
In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and where the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
This is a poem for savasana.

11. I Will Be Your Sun
You carry a whole world with you.
A planet rests upon your shoulders.
You may not see it, but I do.
There is a Universe Within that you carry wherever you go.
Ecosystems of passion and romance! Warring nations of worry and fear!
A billion living ideas, stories and experiences that makes up a whole history
Named you! Wherever you go, I promise to be your sun.
It's not that your life revolves around me.
Think of it like this:
Whenever you come to me, I will do my best to be quiet and still
And shine nothing but kindness and light upon you.

12. The Flow Has Found Me
The flow has found me.
The surge
Divine union, Aliveness, Alignment
Victory, I shout. Yes.
My veins broaden and pulse with the force of Creation, the booming Om from which countless everything became Its One Whole Self.
In this state, I could surely face Death, and defeat Him. I could kill Death. He's never too far away.
I move to Death's doorstep through hours, like minutes.
I sweat and tear up, I burn and I swell.
Chills race down my spine as I inch closer and closer.
Every step takes great force. I thrust one leg-trunk forward, and drag the other behind me
Like staffs of lead through swollen molasses
I'm breaking open.
Skin splinters into dust.
Ego shatters like thin ice.
I reach his doorstep and my hovering heart is all that's left.
I know that, just standing there—
A soul, an essence, a white light of silk shroud—
I have already defeated him.
I have faced death, and won.
I open my eyes and the world rushes back.
The ceiling stares back at my savasana, the pose of the corpse,
Prostrated and vulnerable, sweating and love-numb,
Lying, once dead, now awake again,
On my pale green rubber mat

13. Though Stones Shall Crumble
My life belongs to me! No one else!
This spirit within my walls is mine and mine alone.
You cannot have it, Power.
You cannot touch it, Judgment.
This soul is mine and it is free, and I honour it by seeking my freedom and truth,
So long as I am alive.
Don't get me wrong, stranger.
I want to share what I have—all of me—with you.
But it is important, now and again, to look towards the sky and tell the Gods
"I am here, I am my own, and I want what I desire.
Though stones shall crumble, and so too shall flesh,
I mean to indulge life I've been given
With joyous, exuberant wanting

14. If You Forgot It All
What if, today, you forgot it all? What freedom would you feel?
What newness? What depths of experience might you discover?
The air, smell it!
A sky so blue, throw your hands into it.
A face, that stranger, is it your One True Love?
Embrace him! Kiss her. Don't just fall in, leap!, hurl yourself into that love!
Imagine if, today, you forgot it all.
Would old habits become bold adventures? Might boring be a guise of mystery? The mundane, an invitation to wonder!
What if, today, you renounced all that you knew?