Nice!
Om! Om on the range…
I ran into a video on youtube a few years ago that purported to be a demonstration of some sort of yoga that concentrates on the abdominals (Nauli, I think).
The prime effect of all that ab-rolling and flexing (and they were very impressive) seemed to me intended to slowly lift the scarf tied across the shapely waist of the demonstrator and flash her lower chakra to the camera for a brief moment before she slid the scarf down again.
The fact that this happened multiple times during the one video made it fairly clear to me that this was actually a “mature” video masquerading as a yoga demonstration to get past the YouTube Terms of Service with an “accidental nudity” excuse.
So it seems that in some spaces, yoga could easily be flagged with “erotic” or “mature” if this is the sort of thing that goes on.
(I know, it was technically a yoni but chakra seemed funnier).
The green, green grass, of Om.
“Yogurt” is from a different culture.
From planet Dagobah, Yoga is not.
When 800 years old you be - flex you will not.
Something else smells about it too, and the chance of said smell rises proportionally to the age of the yoga-ite. Yoga-ster? Yoga-er? If you know what I mean…
Namaste.
Yoga today is better described as “YOGA! FUCK YEA!! LIGHT WEIGHT BABY! LIGHT WEIGHT!!!”