April 2010
51 posts
prayer
blessings
“What it was really,” he says, “I had been waiting as long as I could remember for an appropriate way to thank God. Simple as that. I wanted to say thanks for life and creation for being here and I didn’t know how to do it. It sounds pretty basic but as I prayed for the first time, I felt an overwhelming sense that this was what I had needed: to put my head down on the ground and feel I had submitted to something greater than me.”
To stop searching for meaning?
“To stop using my brain for thinking and to start using it for reflecting.” —
To stop searching for meaning?
“To stop using my brain for thinking and to start using it for reflecting.” —
Frederick Woodruff’s Wandering Weltanschauung: Richard Thompson: On Becoming a Sufi
totally, totally.
“Be silent, for this tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation. In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.”
—Rumi (via oceanofmind)
“Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.” —Kahlil Gibran (via pamirsphotos)
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.” —Kahlil Gibran (via pamirsphotos)
I love your blog! And your bunny - too cute! :) Lots of love xoxo
thank you so much! I’m so glad I found you, what you write about yoga really moves me & your thoughts/experiences along that path are really awesome to read.
namaste <3
“When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.”
—Ram Dass
“He takes himself very seriously, and then again he can break into cosmic laughter over his seeming lapse of divine stature. He assumes the role of a fool who can be tricked at dice, but he is the omniscient, all-powerful lord of creation who, by a single intention, can plunge the universe into nothingness. Judged by mortal standards, Shiva is an impossibility. But, then, Shiva is not subject to mortality or human-made standards. He is all possibilities of life at once. He is life. As such Shiva is an instructive symbol for the spiritual practitioner who senses that one can embrace a discipline of self-transcendence without having to turn one’s back on life.”
—Feuerstein (2003: 335)
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One night when I was young we walked a slanted beach together. Old friends caught in the dawn somewhere between dusk and dreaming. We laughed like birds and greeted the sun from lifeguard towers. Footprints in the sand were really words all along and they had ancient stories for us. The words were blurred but we knew their secrets. Do you remember those things, “days and nights” ? I spend my years now decoding the songs that you never wrote. I miss you brother, but I know that we’ll meet again. We’ll laugh like birds. We’ll greet the sun. Sometimes we’ll meet as strangers. Always as old friends.
You are wonderful. Much Love and many blessings on your journey. Namaste.
thank you! I find your posts very inspiring and very often I find that you (and vasuki) will post about something that I’d just a few moments before been thinking about. synchronicity!
wow I just got a strong sense of deja vu!
namaste :)
seeking
in the last twenty-four hours I’ve explored two places I didn’t think I would, on this journey at least: a hare krishna temple, and a haute hot yoga studio.
the studio I usually attend does not tamper with the temperature - besides the occasional open window to prevent stuffiness and let in the breeze off the hills and the bay - and the students and teachers are diverse in the beautiful ways that humans are. we chant aum and are one. we lie in savasana and descend into the void for the bliss there that will carry us home and into the rest of our days.
not haute! I’ve never gone to yoga for fitness. if I did, I’d love hot yoga. you sweat! you push! you count down (or, your instructor does) until you can leave the posture! you get to look at yourself in the mirror! you get to stop & rehydrate! you look damn good in the mirror with sweat and taut muscles and all!
it’s something else, anyway, than what I’m seeking.
I feel the same about krishna kirtan, actually. the gita is truth, I know this. and the tabla is cool. and chanting is awesome. and the food is really good! (one of the monks gave us a cookbook, after.) I truly believe in chant & be happy. it left me feeling strangely blank, though, and I didn’t feel like I had connected, like anything had broken through.
haute yoga’s given me a free week, and of course the monks invited us to return. and of course I will accept what is given, always, but really I think what I’m seeking I already have. it’s just right here, inside, waiting in patient bliss to be loved.
