Yoga concerts: music – poetry – silence

Imagine a space where a tranquil yin yoga class intertwines with live improvised music and the power of mystical poetry. Class, concert, and recital in one – a sensory experience at the intersection of meditation and performance. This is the essence of the yogaconcerts.
     Since 2023, I - Andrè Meeusen - have been organizing these sessions in the Jungle, a hidden gem near Amsterdam’s Oosterpark. In summer, we move to the Amstelpark, where the open sky becomes our backdrop. Each edition is unique, born of the moment, shaped by the musician present, and carried by poems that give voice to stillness.
     This website is my public face: here you’ll find background information about the concept, my teaching style, musical collaborations, and a poetry blog where you can get a taste of the spirit.

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A journey, sinking in the body with compassion, into the here and now. A beautifully woven yin yoga class of Andrè Meeusen, I was nurtured by his guidance, a beautiful poem and the soothening live music of Maite. Have a taste, it is a delicious present to yourself.

Froukje (Facebook review)

Attending this live music yoga class was an experience transcending mere physical exercise; it was a journey. The instructor’s guidance, coupled with the angelic sound of the harp, created an ambiance that was nothing short of magical. It was vulnerable, gentle, heart opening - a beautiful symphony of mind, body, and music.

Giedrė (OneFit review)


It was such a beautiful, deep experience, the combination of yoga, live music, and poetry. Very special, truely recommended.

Anita (response on Facebook)

Calendar

After three fruitful years and a total of fifty yoga concerts, the Saturday sessions at the Jungle will come to an end in 2026. One final yoga concert is still scheduled to take place. Tickets for this event are available through the Song of Yoga page on the Hipsy platform. Yoga concerts will return at other locations later in the year.


17 January 2026 - the HA!Man (piano, cello, vocals) - the Jungle, Amsterdam



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About the yoga concerts

The quintessence of the yoga concerts is a meeting of live music and yoga, which works both ways. The calm, meditative yet intense postures of yin yoga bring an opportunity to sink deeper into consciousness, beyond the patterns of the mind. On the mat, physical sensations are woven together with musical improvisations. The mind becomes quieter, opening space to meet the music in the heart.
      The poetry is serving this process. The musicality and imagery of a poem guides the rational mind into another domain. A way to perceive this process, is to see the mind as searching for truth, just as our perceptions are searching beauty, and our feelings, nested in our body, search for love. Put differently: the various expressions of our consciousness come home in a place where truth, beauty and love are the same. It almost sounds like a theory behind the yoga concerts. Perhaps Rumi could better express the experience we're looking for: when I'm silent, I fall into a place where everything is music.








Teaching style

A guide, not an instructor
The American yoga teacher Paul Grilley, who coined the name yin yoga, put some pictures on his website of hip joints, spines and other bones of various people. Every body is different, that's what the images clearly show. In my classes, I emphasize the importance of sensing how each posture fits your own body. Yin postures often focus on particular connective tissues, but even this can be different for every other person. So as a yin teacher, I am merely an assistent teacher, and it's more important to listen to what your body tells you. Like a guide can point to beautiful places, but it's up to you to experience beauty.

Breath as a bridge
The breath is a key in my yoga classes. The movement of eb and flow through our body is an obvious observation point, giving focus to the class. However, it brings more. The breath points to the ever changing nature of our existence. Each moment, we start anew, each breath we are filled with fresh air. The next moment, we can let go everything. Only the short, almost imperceptible moments in between hint at the underlying silence. “I'll never fully understand my breathing” sings K's Choice in the lovely pop song Now is mine. Here, in the not knowing, the ongoing research of the yoga classes begins.

Self inquiry or atma vichara
Who am I? To what do my thoughts, perceptions and bodily sensations appear? For many, this is the holy grail of their spiritual journey. The answer lies in a realm beyond names and words. Only metafors can catch a glimpse. This is the silence that Rumi referred to, where everything becomes music.
      My yoga classes are an exploring of the nature of consciousness, the being that we share. The yoga concerts are a practice in silent awareness, as consciousness is the 'observer', the 'silence', the 'void' in which everything appears. They are also an excercise in surrender, as consciousness is also 'what is', the 'movement', the 'everything'. The Sanskrit word atma means self, vichara means abiding. And yoga means something like unity or to bind together - just like the originally Latin word concerto. So the Song of Yoga concerts are a practice to connect with the One consciousness, to rest in the Self.

Reflections in Varanasi


After my teacher training in Rishikesh ('yoga capital of the world'), I made a journey through the north of India, ending in the spiritual capital of the country: Varanasi or Benares. Here, I made this video, in which I explain more about the intentions I have with teaching yoga.







In the depth of my soul there's a wordless song

Kahlil Gibran



The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive.

Thich Nhat Hanh

all that matters is fragile
prospers in intimacy
making everything equally fine

as the heart of time
as the heart of time.

Lucebert