Poems for Savasana

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Savasana, or corpse pose, is the final resting pose of  a yoga class. This is the pose that every other pose has led up to. It is a time to lie comfortably on your back, and spend a few minutes resting and meditating to soak up the benefits of your practice. It can be your favorite pose, the one you come to class to experience, or it can be incredibly difficult.

When I teach yoga, I often like to read a short poem or story during Savasana to close out the practice. Many of my students love these readings, and so I wanted to share a few of the favorites on here. If you have any favorite yoga poems, or poems in general, I would love to hear about them in the comment below!

Poems for Savasana:

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (You can read the quote on the left side of that link)

Marianne Williamson, “Our deepest fear” quote

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Almost anything from the book Laws of Spirit by Dan Millman

Almost anything from Dana Faulds, I frequently read from her book Go In and In, and especially love this poem:

Walk Slowly

It only takes a reminder to breathe, 

a moment to be still, and just like that, 

something in me settles, softens, makes 

space for imperfection. The harsh voice

 of judgment drops to a whisper and I 

remember again that life isn’t a relay

 race; that we will all cross the finish 

line; that waking up to life is what we 

were born for. As many times as I

 forget, catch myself charging forward

 without even knowing where I’m going, 

that many times I can make the choice

 to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk

 slowly into the mystery.

I love all of Mary Oliver’s poetry, and frequently read “In Blackwater Woods” and “Wild Geese

In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”

What are some of your favorite inspiration poems? I’d love to hear in the comment below!

With love,



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