yoga was so intense tonight that in down dog the sweat drops were rolling towards my eyes and flecking off my body. yoga made me so nauseous that i had to leave and hide in the bathroom, where i stood with my heartpounding feet on the chill floor in the candle darkness. there was a pleasant smell of damp wood coming from somewhere in the darkness, and the hand soap smelled like tender tropical flowers and i smelled here and there like such and drank out of the tap in handfuls, dousing the inner fire that makes for a good yogi.
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