Naked yoga
Naked yoga (Sanskrit nagna yoga or vivastra yoga) is the practice of yoga without clothes. While many practice naked yoga at home and in nature, there are a growing number of participants in group classes. The practice is gaining popularity, notably in western societies that have more familiarity with social nudity.
Naked yoga should be considered in relation to the dress code at yoga courses, varying from different times and yoga directions.
History
Yoga has been practiced naked since ancient times. In the Bhagavata Purana it says:
The practice of spiritual nudity is common among Digambara Jains, Aghori sadhus, and other ascetic groups in the dharmic religions. A notable example is the order of sadhus known as the Nagas who use nudity as a part of their spiritual practice of renunciation. The word Nāga comes from NAG (snake) which signifies power in Hindu philosophy. The word sadhu derives from sadhana meaning spiritual practice. Members of the sect considered nudity a way of rejecting the material side of life. Celibacy and disregard of the harsh outside conditions were among the key ideas of their philosophy. They practiced naked yoga to tame their desires, identify with their physical bodies and to break the attachment with everything physical, sensual and material.
Naked Yoga (film)
Naked Yoga is a short documentary released in 1974 and illustrates the practice of yoga in a natural setting and in the nude. The plot of this movie includes women practicing yoga in Cyprus and in a studio. These visuals are interspersed with images of Eastern art, processed for "psychedelic" effect. The narrator also relates the practice to Buddhist philosophy. It was shown on television in the UK, however it has not been released to video.
This documentary/short was nominated for an Oscar in 1975, in the category Best Documentary, Short Subjects. It was written and directed by Paul Cordsen. The stars included Elizabeth Taylor-Mead and features the blues singer Alexis Korner as the narrator.
Naked Yoga had been on the list of List of lost films. A search for it began in 2004 by the Academy Archive's Documentary Curator, Ed Carter. After a series of letters and dead ends, Carter received a print from the film's Director of Photography, Michael Elphick, who obtained the print from a television station. The print turned out to be a 35mm Technicolor print in pristine condition. The Academy Film Archive recently restored the film in 2012.
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Nigga What
by: H.a.w.kF/ Lil' O
(*Talking*)
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Throw them hands up
[H.A.W.K.]
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And I could tell she was lame, to this grown man's game
[Hook: H.A.W.K. & (Lil' O) - 2x]
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[H.A.W.K.]
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Now a rapper turned actor, but still a pistol packer
Don't work for the cracker, unless it's for mills
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Got everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
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For my day one niggaz, on them grey cassettes
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And the best way to end this, is with the hook
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