Ever expanding beyond the limited physical, ever absorbing beyond the reach, an inexplicable state is that. As if the entrance of the soul opens, light emanates, light absorbed, light vibrates, light stirs, light swirls and light whirls; what force unfathomable and uncatchable just takes higher and higher whilst the physical self still well grounded. It is the love of the contradictions. It is yoga, more properly called "yog", the union of the individual with the supreme. And my yoga I get from smooth swirling and whirling, taking all in my sway and merging in all that comes in the sway, i.e. belly dancing.