Jogmaaya

 You are free, I do not judge I might just be a friendly nudge I am still but I flow along I sometimes whistle to your song I watch you happy sipping tea I sit with you in company I pray you hold the rails when you walk down As healing knees might need more ground As you learn and as you grow You instill me in your flow  When I am present you are free You can enjoy eternity We meet in that field at quiet dawn When all the barriers are forgone  With open hearts and quiet minds In serenity and out of time

  Swing back… swing forth;  Swing back …swing forth;  For when are we ever present  without a mind full of discourse Present in presence, not  verbose but in essence When a fragrance is felt in the pores and senses Not depictions, descriptions or refracted lenses Can life really be felt in ravines;  amidst raging emotions and intoxicating times Where every sense is hijacked in currents; and the  desire is just to live irreverent   Some will question this paradigm; where  “magical moments” have become the prime When we feel alive only at the behest of time; when  anything can influence and shift our shrine   When have we felt a wave of peace; of  expansive spaces and gentle ease When a breeze is felt in its floating wings; a  smile is felt in its melting strings When no back and forth have lent a line; to  the birthing moment in present time When gaps expand to fill in moments; is  when we experience the magic of ...

It is a typical January morning. I look up and out the window after collapsing a digital one. The sky is gray, the street bare as are the branches. Nothing seems to have shifted in the outer environment. I was feeling good after a very productive class I just finished. It was the last class in a series of 7 I had signed up for. The information provided by the teacher, the sharing by participants and the a-ha’s I experienced from being in that container had the potential to be truly transformative. As I sat reflecting, I became aware of this feeling that I can best describe as a resistance; a non-readiness to fuse or integrate with what I had learnt in such earnest. I felt a sense of separation from all of that great information that I seemed to connect with so much ease on a mental level. I was able to consume it all intellectually, but there was something lacking in the full integration of it which is required to power any meaningful transformation. A connection is not a one way stree...