A Good Read
The mirror reveals A very unique notebook A cherished volume That I have chosen to journal in Today Skin is the delicate parchment Organs, bone, joint and sinew The bindings and spine Each cell, Chapters. War and Peace are but cliff notes In comparison Bible, Koran, Kaballah Only echo its holiness I need not think to Turn the page For the entry is already Transcribing, recording Jotting down...
Read MoreDEATH as Yoga
It has been said that we die every day. If we can agree that our hatha yoga practice is in essence a mirror of how we move in our everyday lives, then each time we take to the mat we experience a kind of death, a letting go. Each posture is asking us to let go of how we think we are supposed to move. Each posture often asks us to ‘put to rest’ a pattern or rut that we have been...
Read MoreThe Yogi as artist
Imagine if you will a ‘few’ thousand years ago and a group of yogis are sitting around in a glade near the Holy Ganges talking it up on the shape of the world, and their chakras and the “Why-are-we-here?” and “Who-am –I?” questions that we still explore to this day. They begin to stir from their seated postures. First an arm perhaps, a leg instinctively extends to remove the...
Read MoreDearest Friends….
Teacher: We want you to learn these teachings so deeply that they lie upon your heart Student: Why don’t you just put them in our hearts? Teacher: That’s not our job. We just place them on the surface. Then, when your heart breaks, they fall in. —Buddhist story, source unknown For those of you that are reading this blog maybe for the first time or haven’t read it in a...
Read MoreWhat happened…On The Day Before You Came?
On the day before you came You sat with Universe and had tea— “Is there anything you need of me this time ‘round ?” you asked. Universe smiled – and sipped the tea “Perhaps-” you continued, “You need a great leader to help the people break their chains of bondage” Maybe a wise sage – or a healer!” I can do that!” “Hmmm…” was all Universe could reply. “Or...
Read MoreWhat is a taste of Chaos Soup?
There is this ‘soup’ Of Divine Chaos that is being stirred constantly. Perhaps the spoon An energy called Choice The main condiment called Destiny. In this moment as I dip my spoon to take a taste I don’t know ‘exactly’ Where I’m dipping, But there is this certainty That this broth was prepared lovingly, and unerringly I am grateful, excited for the...
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