The Guru
Her lineage is impeccable But from whence has she come?.. She comes when you don’t want her When you think you’re not ready Yet, When you most need her. She tolerates no lack of attention She tolerates no lack of love She sticks pins in your tender spots To see if “You’re done yet” She never forgives Yet She never condemns See her Flowing robes Outstretched arms Piercing eyes Pinioned...
Read MoreSome more words on Gurus
Many moons ago as I embarked on a a path in which hatha yoga was a very intrinsic part, a phrase came to me “Le Guru is You!” I liked it’s ‘flow’ its cute little rhyme and I created a character to go with it, sort of a throw back to the generation of seekers that —- well for lack of a better term were “consciously unconscious” Some 15 years (or...
Read MoreA Good Read
by Kent Bond 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, Kabbalah Only echo its holiness I need not think to Turn the page For the entry is already Transcribing,...
Read MoreLiving the Questions – Round 4 – The Shadow
What pushes my buttons? Where do the majority of my fears come from? If I had to confess my worst ‘sin’ what would I say? What does my ‘shadow’ look like, feel like? Do I want to change it? – How? Why? What have I learned most when my shadow gets...
Read MoreStories and Feathers
Feathers Dance by Aspects of MK At one time Stories The clinging Painful, defining So real, Then A letting go A painful memory Now ignored Their beauty shunned Denied Cowed from Their lightness mistaken For lead. Being made ready The master gathers them all Laying them out so carefully Given to your hand So lovingly You hold each one up to the light Their plumes bathed in Brilliance The exact...
Read MoreDEATH as a Yoga practice
It has been said that we die every day. If we can consider 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 MoreRepurposing Birthdays
Celebrating the day you came into this world is fine But… Rather than ask How many years old am I or How many years do I have, Try Celebrating How many times you’ve told your partner, husband,son,daughter, yourself… I love you! Make merry On the many times have you woken up And greeted the new day with Eager Anticipation! Have you excitedly counted the times When you’ve taken...
Read MoreA Yogi’s Journal
Untitled by Kent Bond 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,...
Read MoreYou are an Artist
You are an Artist Your Life is your canvas You paint on it with your experiences Balance proportion and harmony are achieved By the liberal use of Love,Truth,Gratitude and Compassion The primary colors on your palette Your darkest fears trials and tribulations are but the Shadows in your work That only add to the Vibrancy and the Beauty of your piece. Everyday You add Deft Brushstrokes to...
Read MoreAren’t we all on a Vision quest – right now?
How often do we see in spiritual journeys the example of the monk, who has retreated into the small cave, high in the Himalayas where no one would dream of going; sustaining him/herself on just the most meager bits of sustenance, battling his/her demons in an effort to become ‘more’ of what?, attain what? Or perhaps to answer the “big” questions. Who am? Why am I...
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