Even if they are not going to grasp all the subtleties of the practice, it's still important not to talk down to people. This woman really needs to be in a Yoga class. It's our honor and privilege as Yoga teachers to help and serve everyone -- from beginners to advanced levels.
Sometimes, late at night, you can feel your passion caressing you with tender, insistent strokes. At other times, you think you hear it speaking to you in a random burst of laughter that seems to dance past you on the tail end of the wind.
When I've been
used to bearing
with a demon
who mocks me
should a smile break
on my lips
it tries to defeat
me saying joy
and I beat it
sadness never leaves.
Here is some good news though... you and your partner are a perfect match. Yep, a perfect match for bringing up each other's shit. You can either spend your time throwing that shit at each other like mindless apes, or you can seize the opportunity to own your shit, then evolve beyond it to expand your consciousness and your heart.
You are balanced, I live with you. You are me, you are my chakras. You are a work of art. It's not easy but you do it. You live true to who you are and know it. When you are open, chakras, in my Yoga practice, I don't question it.
At times you will have to roll over and show someone the soft underbelly that bears all those scars. You will have to say, "This is my shame. Here is my fear. There is my pride. And here is where I allowed them to rule me even though I knew better."
It took me thousands of steps to understand I could never outrun myself, that there was no grand oasis with an infinite perimeter that could keep my demons at bay. The sanctuary I had forever sought exists only in one place -- it is everywhere, it exists in every moment, it is within me.
Meanwhile, you're romancing your sense of self by listening and learning. You are feeding your psyche and building energy that generates its fuel from within, no outside validation needed. This 'self-generated-light approach' kind of puts a whole new twist on the concept of 'taking a selfie', huh?
The I Am statement takes one out of Victim Consciousness and into Victor Consciousness. Victim Consciousness is a behavior of externalizing our problems and blaming people and/or circumstances outside of ourselves for our current life situation. Consistently playing the blame game will keep us static and in a cycle of creating the same conditions over and over again. Victor Consciousness is when we accept responsibility for our creations and fully understand that nothing in our life is accidental or is anybody else's fault. Each and every action we take is a conscious choice to either go toward Victim Consciousness or Victor Consciousness. There are no in-between places or grey areas in this model.
Before man discovered fire and electricity,
There have always been women's hips.
Hips beaming with fire and light,
Source of renewable energy,
The reason for evolution
and incentive for revolutions,
The birthplace of desire,
Hips blossoming, seducing, inviting, receiving.
Wild, innocent hips.
I could kiss the space between your eyebrows until the world turns to ashes around us, I could wrap my legs around you and touch your lips and stroke your hair until the sky turns purple and the sea overtakes the land and we are the only things left on the Earth.
However, those of us involved in these various movements have and do make choices that are difficult and inconvenient. We have not shied away from difficulty in the past.The fights against racism, sexism, homophobia are not easy. Yet bravely people have done them -- because they are the right thing to do.
The artist, the dreamer,
the girl who rocks life harder
than anyone she knows.
The girl who can dance,
choreograph and loves to watch the snow.
The girl who dreams big and lets everyone know.
Because she is not all talk.
She is action.
I choose to live. And I summon my truth in life to every observing eye and listening ear; the doors of unlimited potential and possibility of blessed realities to come into fruition from my own intent.
You become the silent watcher, noting the changes and the times of each season in quiet reflection of their reason. Your undirected and unquenchable curiosity questioning; wanting to know what makes the cosmos tick. Questions become annoying to adults who do not have any real answers. Teachers, rewording misconceptions as facts, throw treats to obedient parrots for an acceptable parental report card. The wise child becomes a silent witness, eventually abandoning the world for a life of books and reason, embracing the planes of life where imagination meets creativity and all things become possible.
Being a vibrant single man who is also a passionate poet, I generally hand-deliver these haiku cards to women. This draws a wide range of reactions from a wide range of women at the moment of unexpected poetic truth.
We live in concepts; sadness, depression, anger, joy, but when asked to identify with what it does at a physical level, it changes drastically from a need to get away into a desire to go deeper into what is.
The fashion industry that employs one sixth of the world's population is riddled with issues such as fast fashion, toxic chemical use, forced labour and waste. Let's become conscious consumers and demand a fashion industry we can be proud of.
I thought all these things, and how we are, all of us, these bodies of lived experiences, flesh and unfathomable origins, misunderstanding and remarkable expressions of intelligence and creativity, this gathering of all we have known and seen, all the stories breathing in our DNA and lining the neural pathway in the brain and returning to us like the heat in summer, surprising us with their immediacy and foreign familiarity, even all these years later.
This one is for you
To know as these words are being reflected onto the movie screen of your brain
That you are here for a reason
And you are loved by every particle of stardust that swims through the oceans of galaxies
And that you are cherished by every ray of light
That travels hundreds of thousands of miles
Just to touch
Your lovely face
We spent time after time
together in the silence,
feeling all the feelings
I had never allowed into my soul.
We spoke of beginnings,
endings and all that life
gave in between.
We watched as night
flickered slowly into day
and saw day burn out
into the warmth of dusk.
And we treasured it.
There are two motivating forces in this life: fear and love. When we move from a place of fear, we are acting out of fear of something happening, fearful negative thoughts, and stress. When we move from a place of love, we act out of love and compassion for others, feelings of joy and happiness.
I stoop down to scoop up these pieces of myself. And as I eat them whole, they add fat and flesh to my love starved ribs. Packing a bag of rations for this new adventure, I step off to explore an entirely new world I had actually always inhabited. This fairytaleless land was here all along; it was simply waiting for my awakened gaze.
I want to get dirty, dirty, dirty.
With the real shit.
Blood. Sweat. Tears.
Because I have a feeling
if I was elbow deep in my own
if I kept it raw and thick
with fluids unnameable,
that I would find what I seek.
Here’s a thought. Stop fucking and return to romance. Romance is like the Yoga of love. The meditation that builds a strong foundation that is fulfilling. There is wisdom there. Let the fucking happen within the realm of love. It would mean so much more! It would feel so much more satiating... Love will sacrifice desire in order to see deeper for someone else. Desire doesn’t give a fuck about love; it just acts without thinking.
I'm meant to enjoy dirty jokes, mock poetry, pretend I don't have feelings, and always be a knight in shining armor. Here's the thing though, shining armor isn't something you wear, it's something you are. Yes, be the knight that saves the day, but always remember that it's not how you look that matters, it's how you think, it's how you feel, it's who you are. It's how comfortable you are in your own skin, and it's the things you stand up to defend. The real shining armor is how kind your heart is, and the reality is that any man who doesn't appreciate a kind heart isn't being tough, he's being hard, and being hard is hard work.
Feminism really needs to be reclaimed, in order to shake it of its dirty shackles, dust it off, give it a polish and re-introduce the idea that feminism is absolutely nothing to do with hating men and absolutely everything to do with living in harmony together with respect and acceptance. It is about fairness and justice and about evolving our morals and ethics to compliment the day and age we are living in.
Don't you love it when your relationship is steamy passionate and love is oozing out of every pore? Ahhh. The hot, honeymoon phase certainly rocks. It's purely magical and intoxicating. Now, are you going to do what it takes to keep it that way or are you going to f*ck it up like over 50% of couples?
I started to feel connected to everything that surrounded me. I could feel not only my own existence but the community of the trees, the moss, the deer, the sun, the air, the ground. I wasn’t trying! The natural phenomenon was clearly introducing itself to me, because for once in a long time, I was showing up in a natural phenomenal way myself.
For I don't want to wonder.
I don't want to wait.
I don't even want to pursue.
I want to be taken.
Possessed, surrounded, filled up.
Held up, worshiped. and forgiven.
With no doubt, no regret
Just equal souls.
as close apart as together.
I came to this world to live: loudly, flamboyantly, openly. I want a life that tastes of persimmons and pomegranates, lemons and rosemary. I don't want to skim the surface of decades of beige. I don't want to live in quiet desperation (like so many do) obliterating my unhappiness with alcohol or food or drugs. I am not a tract home in a row of little boxes on the hillside. I was born to stand out, to shout hosannas, and to live the life I promised to live before I was ever born.
That's a fucking hard truth to face. The moment you realize you've ritually turned your back on yourself, just as the ones who left you in the cold did, and the ones who abandoned you. That all this time you've been screaming about breaking the cycle, just to internalize it rather than inflicting it on someone else. For some of us, it's easier to hurt ourselves than to hurt someone else. It's easier to continually beat on ourselves rather than project that abuse.
I practice Yoga, but my attire consists of whatever is clean -- a paint-splattered t-shirt or a pair of old spandex. I like to think I glow from the inside out. I drink fair trade coffee with almond milk. I don't do it because it's trendy, but because Compassion is my religion and no creature will be harmed in the making of a beverage that costs $2.13.
Shyness can lurk in unlikely hosts — even those of the performance variety. Shy extroverts often find creative ways to manage their vulnerability in social settings. Cool, calm and collected on the outside while the butterflies are churning their guts in all directions. Shy extroverts often coacn and teach themselves how to be outgoing and often do their best in a controlled environment where they know what they are talking about.
Where it leads we cannot journey together. You will be unutterably alone, as I am. But I am here to tell you of my task, worthy of announcing, so I'll give you a clue as to what is behind that door: impressions, dreams, images and shadows, dancing themselves into feeling.
When a woman cannot see her own worth, and cannot validate herself, she is very vulnerable to approval-seeking addiction behaviors. She will do a lot of things she wouldn't otherwise, just to get a fix.
This letter is a declaration of my freedom from you. The doubt, the fear, and the depression that filled me then; I now hold it forever at arm's length. I know I will sometimes feel them again, but I will not let them cripple me.
You no longer have to rely on a mule. Getting out of your zip code simply means to stop associating yourself and your consciousness with what is nearby. Even though technology has evolved and we are all capable of escaping our surroundings in some way, our consciousness has not figured this out yet.
Wet, our bodies swelled against each other with a perpetuating force that felt self-sustaining -- and again, annihilating. Oh, that dense intensity of alchemy between you and me! A sort of energy that tantalized and taunted saying: "Do it… I dare you. Unleash that wild thing beneath your skin. Let it sin!"