Yoga Poetry

I was looking on the good old world wide web for a good poem to read during savasana today and I found a nice one to use, however, it soon occurred to me that there was a much easier solution. I am a writer – duh! I needed to write my own poems for savansana. And I did! And here it is! This is just the beginning, yoga poetry has never crossed my mind but this is something really special. I’ve always thought my best gift for anyone was my words, and that’s true for yoga too. It’s a little hug for my classes, can’t wait to try it out. This one is about ahimsa, which is a component of the Yamas, the first limb of yoga in Raja Yoga. This concept encourages you to practice non-harm, this is harm to others and yourself. It’s a beautiful concept and while we often finds it easy to practice this on others, we forget to be kind to ourselves. This poem emphasises this self-love.

Honour

As my body surrenders to the mat
I feel the love in my bones and on my skin
Soft to touch
I honour this body, I honour this life
And in doing so I bring no harm to myself
I search for those parts in me that need healing
And I send my light to these places
The light which radiates from my body is my life force
I give my light freely and I am then surrounded by love
I am well, I am happy, I am loved
As I honour my body, it honours me

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Namaste

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The Cult of Self

This is my church. This is where I heal my hurt… Faithless

The search for meaning in our lives is not new, the Greeks philosophised about it thousands of years ago. Religion became the touchstone of knowing one’s self, and this was through knowing God. However, as we have moved towards a more secular society, the search for meaning has taken many different paths. My path has brought me to the mat. I’ve studied many religions in the search for some sort of group to identify with and while certain tenants have appealed to me, there would always be something that I couldn’t quite accept, homophobia was out, as well as misogyny so that ruled out most of the faiths, and no one is ever going to tell me I can’t eat bacon! Sorry Islam and Judaism! Maybe Nietzsche was right and God is dead, and I started reading Christopher Hitchens to see if maybe I was an atheist. I see his point of view and found myself nodding along with him, the bible is a piece of fiction which has no place in modern society but I was still found wanting. What I wanted was faith, hope and spirituality.

I first stepped on the mat to release the stresses of the day with a work friend. We would need our weekly fix of yoga and it brought us together as friends. She moved away but I knew I needed to keep going and so I bought a membership to our town’s first studio. I was going to get my money’s worth and go to lots of  classes! All the while my little brain was looking for that meaning. And you know what? I found it! Spoiler alert, the journey on the mat is a journey to yourself. I have found all the things I was looking for in yoga that I was looking for in religion. I found acceptance, faith, spirituality and love. And it was all about me, and by that I don’t mean taking selfies and shopping for myself, a lot (although there’s some of that), it was about knowing myself better, accepting who I am and aiming to be better in the future. The yamas and niyamas could replace the 10 commandments easily. Meditation is a prayer in itself, where we can send gratitude to the real people in our lives, including ourselves. And that whole stretching business, it’s the glue that binds it together and helps you to conquer fears (not face planting in crow pose), have faith (one day I may be able to do a handstand) and harness your energy. There is no sin, there is no hell or devil, there is only love and that is something I can get down with. 

Faith is a place of mystery, where we find the courage to believe in what we cannot see and the strength to let go of our fear of uncertainty

Brene Brown

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