The way we move is poetry.

The way we move is poetry. The rhythm and flow, the breath of the heart. 

It is a sacred melody sung by body and soul, the nature and spirit of all life. 

The practice of yoga opens an intimate and deep experience of life and spirit. By every breath and move we are carried deeper into being, touched and pervaded by the magic of an inner divine rhythm and flow.

We recognize the core of our essence, the serenity of existence that holds us and showers us in a raw sweetness of divinity and love. We enter the depths of silence. Awake an inner alertness, a sense of eternity and an omnipresent God.

Carried by the breath we move into new ways to be and hold ourselves, not only on the yoga mat but in life as well. We purify every corner of our being, the darkness within our hearts and along the spine. We breathe, fiercely strong and yet soft rooted in devotion, a heartfelt inner song.



Yoga serves as a mirror in places where we used to be blind.

To me yoga is prayer. Humble devotion and love. In my practice I witness how old seeds, pain and deep rooted wounds stored within my body, heart and spirit are released. A silent peaceful presence arises and expands my inner joy and bliss.

I taste an intimacy with all life and my own inner nature. Authentic present and alert. My body becomes a humble temple in which I move and arrive home. Fragile and yet so strong. Soft rooted in love, upon the earth and beheld by the sky above.  

To merge within a humble silence so deep. To be embraced and held by love. An inner kiss. Completely alert in a state of no coming, no going, just pure being. I rest. I pray. I am home.

Raw rocks & nature at the island Tilos Greece.