Tuesday, December 10, 2013

An Excercise: A Day of Practices into a Few Words



I revel in revealing, of turning the senses inward to scan, to wake up, to articulate and differentiate. Yes writing, like asana, provides the opportunity to access our Wisdom selves by looking meticulously, finding nuance, learning to adjust and edit, to root, to fly.

As a mover and a witness I am dancing once again on the breath. Once again, again and again coming home in that way. Layering japa mantra with breath, layering asana with breath. A question which continually draws me to the moment is who is moving and who is being moved. Is the breath moving the motion, inside the asana, and the spaces in-between, or is the movement carrying the breath?

The sacred art of the yoga has me captivated. The art of moving in space, with rhythm, finding alignment in bones and energy: dance. Literature is sometimes the very ocean of milk that I ride into the possibilities of myth and story to elucidate, sustaining the yearning of heart’s love affair with all the names of the Divine. And now it seems, I have discovered a voice, and the chanting, singing, expression of mantra is my liberation! The wellspring of all this rich material overflows into my own words as expression, the writing. Om Aim Saraswatiyea Svaha! Forming the beautiful dancing with the wisdom body, word and asana reveal their gems.