Yoga stirring something up - leaves an agitated feeling.
Change is good - inevitable.
Happens in its own time.
With awareness it can be seen.
Stuff comes to the surface.
I peer at my reflection.
I would like a truer life - closer to the heart
if I believed I could.
Sitting in sunshine on a fall day,
receiving the warmth of sunlight on my face.
For too many days there has been rain and grey skies
until my head is thick and dull,
congested like the cloudy sky.
I open my palms, lift my face to the Sun,
Source, Light, life giver -
knowing the joy of receiving a gift
just because,
it is there.
Surrender to Ishvara,
acknowledge that the actions and fruits of action
belong to Source.
What is it that I cling to in the shadows?
Come out into the light, the truth of What Is.
How does it feel to release the effort - the judgement -
to flow in the river of time on trust and love?
The golden leaves make joyful pattering sounds
as the warmth of the sun releases them from the tree.
Effortlessly they let go of summer and dance to earth.
There is no decision.
No mind chooses.
Leaves fall when the time is right.
Sitting upon this tree, my senses are filled with letting go.
Birds let go into song
leaves let go in a rustling
sunlight warm
wind cool
fresh rain drops shining
dying leaves dancing.
Is it time for me too?
For the swirling which has risen from the yoga
to come to the surface and let go -
a rising wave of tension
then release.
The mind wants to understand,
control
anticipate.
But this is not ruled by mind.
It happens.
One can only watch and wonder…