I am NOT a Yoga Teacher…

Golden Om

I am not a Yoga Teacher… It sounds so ominous, as if I am rejecting my “career” path of the past 20 years! But, it’s quite the opposite; I am affirming my sadhana (spiritual path)–and that’s what matters.

All speech has an intention underneath it– allowing the propagation of a misnomer, for the sake of simplification, is egregious to a seeker.

I am not a Yoga Teacher–really there is no such thing.  Among many definitions: Yoga is the transcendental state of consciousness; Yoga is the union of the microcosm and the macrocosm– how can one embodied being teach that???

Yes, there are Realized Masters who benevolently impart their wisdom. They have Realized their True Nature and they are guides– but, the aspirant must still walk the path.

In fact, the Yoga Sutras explain that there are three ways to obtain knowledge. Intuition, Experience, and a Qualified Teacher. But, the highest knowledge, truth, is the convergence of all three.

The aforementioned Masters are desireless– but, they share these teachings with the understanding that we are all one and it is the right and privilege of all to Self-Realize.

There is no “Teacher’s Training” that can offer this– because it requires direct experience.  That is the part that seems to be ignored by the conventional.

At this junction I am a Sadhaka, not a Yogi (they have attained Yoga), I hope to Realize this state. But, until then I am a coach, a guide, and an aspirant.

The Way Aum

Step carefully
in the way
we’ve been so
graciously shown
Feel your feet
mindfully on
each of these
well placed stones
This simple path
laid out masterfully
Will certainly
lead you home

Agape

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Love is the ultimate state of consciousness. This love is of a transcendental nature–not just the emotion-based physical level. This is the layer of Consciousness that has an infinite numbers of names. It is the layer that I attempt to Realize in deep meditation, contemplation, and prayer. I choose the word, “Realize”, as opposed to attain, because it is our true nature. In a sense, we have forgotten it. It is the realm of deathlessness. In fact, when someone dies the pain is due to the separation from their body–not the loss of Love. Because, what is left is what is Real and Permanent, and what is Real and Permanent is Love.

Sweet Heartful

Bursting at the seems
What seams to be us?
Getting the right words mixed up
Everything else is clear enough
In the right place?
They need too be
but its to tough for me
Leaf it up too you
two sort it out
I trust your judgement
believe in the movement
Tick tock is the reliable clock
Eye surrender too
the spaces in between
Divinity is next two cleanliness
So let’s make them squeaky
and get lost in the dream

Earth Mover

Greet love with each heart beat
Gush love even in heart break
Let the love you make
sweep the world off its feet
The fate of it all is at stake

Yoga is for the sake of Yoga

Greetings Dear Ones,

To my readers who are aspirants, this is a lovely quote from Swami J:

“In the systematic process of meditation, you gradually move your attention inward, through all the levels of your being, gaining mastery along the way.  Eventually you come to rest in your true nature, which is beyond all of those levels.  This action and the realization of this center of consciousness, is the meaning of Yoga”.

The goal of Yoga is Yoga.

Sweets

Together we make
spirit, a work of culinary art
You are a most special treat
Love is the source of sweet
Your glowing face
is just the icing on the cake
or rather your home-made heart
Giving us all we could eat
Can I have the recipe?
Or better yet, stay with me
And teach me how to bake!

Temple of Efflorescence

I was
but tiny fury, each moment before.
Aimless energy
moving small, making little sound.
Still, strong enough to shake me awake!
Chain reaction
mingled with law of attraction
drawing on tempered intention
positively building the perfect munition.
Now, a nuclear
BOOM!
Breaking, shaking the ground.
Energy profound
from the well of stillness,
it blooms from a lovely calm.
Be humbled, bear witness,
bow to the sweet devastation
alive in the detonation of
our beloved bomb.

Beauty


Your gift to me

I accept it freely
Let it become
all that I am
and will be
Those sweet souls
that don’t yet see
what I see?
We’ll just have
to agree to disagree
Until the day
that I am you
and you are me
When we become
all we can be
and LOVELINESS
is the only
viable currency
in this party
of symmetry
Happy and free
in the infallibility
of consummate unity

Speculum

Hold it all so close,
So you couldn’t see it any clearer.
No us or them, these or those
Just your beautiful face in a mirror.