In. Out. My breath was loud in my ear while sitting cross-legged on my mat. The warm, dim yoga room wrapped me in comfort as sweat dripped from my brow and landed on my closed eyelid. There was nothing on my mind but the hum of the breath, my stretched muscles relaxed after the flex and pull of a vigorous class. “In, out, let the breath flow and feel its presence within the body.” The instructor’s voice was soft, putting me in a trance. This is it, I thought. I’m finally getting it. The yogis are right. This feeling is beyond words. No description can do it justice.