Satria Loving Letter

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your elegant moves, for the patience you give me and my body, and the care you offer whenever I visit you.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your gentle whisper that slowly becomes my body, and then I begin to understand you.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for being always sincere. Thank you for being a guide and a friend to me and to life.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for moving me to where I didn’t know I could move and for taking me where I didn’t know I could go.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your Langkah – your gentle step, kissing the Earth, for the Earth has felt this tender touch and returned it.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for lying, sitting and standing in truth and in spirit and being always fragrant no matter the season. You are an ever-blossoming flower that waters me.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for walking skilfully in all places and smiling to all faces, cleaning all traces of dank, muddy spaces.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for the flow of your breath, nourishing life – a flourishing light that shines in the night.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for coming and going for pulsing and flowing. My heartbeat knows you, and you know it.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for being primordial, for being known to the pure and intimate with the true. For facing the source and being true to yourself.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for opening the doors and walking beside me, for inviting me in and introducing me to inside me.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for drawing in friends, for making amends and ignoring all trends. Thank you for being one with change and thus never changing. Thank you for being everlasting.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for trusting in me to be you and for you to be me. To be one is to be.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your one hundred and forty-four that point to the door. The door, at which to stand so I can understand until it’s time to enter.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your 12, for being progressive and kind to my learning time.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for your heart of gold. No worries about getting old. This body will not fold under the burden of age – it will blossom through time, because it is yours, not because it is mine.

Thank you, Satria Yoga, for opening to me and opening me for you, and for pointing the path. You rest on the numbers, but you are simple math:

Thank you for being One.