The Gift

Yesterday I opened "The Gift" for the first time in many months. This was the poem I randomly opened to:

This
Sky
Where we live
Is no place to lose your wings
So love, love,
Love.

It turned out to be the perfect closing for my yoga lab that night. Love is the gift we give ourselves so we don't lose our wings. Yoga is the gift of love to ourselves.

Do I need to say more?