Go Shake It.

Friday night I went to yoga before dinner with the girls. The class is called "Wild Vinyasa" and its with one of (you know I still love me some Yoga Mike) favorite teachers, Sasha. Her practices are always fun, athletic and interesting. However, she started this particular class with this poem that she saw performed at the Bowery and I just can't quit thinking
about it.

The fact that someone came up with this out of nothing. Well, its just too beautiful.
And it seems to just get better every time I listen to it.