“If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.”
Scientific research into how yoga helps us live well is a fascinating subject but for those of us who already know it from the inside, poetry says it best.
Yoga primarily is a sacred practise, we use the body through the asanas to worship life itself flowing through us in every breath.
Whatever it is your doing right now, do it in beauty where you can.
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
Photo by Wari Om Photography
I am what they did not tell me and I knew.
Oh, I wanted everything to be mine!
I am everything I have already lost.
But everything’s elusive like the wind and the river,
like the golden summer flowers
that die in your hands.
I am everything, but nothing, nothing is mine,
not the pain, nor the joy, nor the terror,
not even the words of my song.
~ Silvina Ocampo
Art: Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo in Wattle Spiral © Emma Hack 2009
“Like vanishing dew,
a passing apparition
or the sudden flash
of lightning — already gone —
thus should one regard one’s self.”
A fistful of flowers
for all complicated lives
just dying to be simple.
And when you hurdle
and your flowers are crushed
from holding on dearly…
lay down the petals for your
past and walk away
smelling like a bouquet
of God’s marvellous creations.