teaching

Everyone wants a little piece of the power, but we have to watch our backs and our teachers.  Are they trained, are they watching us or their interpretation of who and what we should be, projecting all their delusions onto their students and wondering why they injure themselves.  Yoga should do no harm--first ahimsa--no violence to self or to others, but until it stops with yourself, the interaction with others is marred by all the junk of the past attached to our actions like messenger cells repeating the same operation despite our desire for the contrary.  I have been so many different teachers with so many different faces and facets exposed, but now I retreat, regroup and learn where and how my energy to expend itself.

the drunkard's path

                      A meander down memory
lane and those old haunts
                     caught on my hem, scraps
that I find in my stash when I
                      least expect them, some hard
as the stones that fell, others
                      too gaseous for me to catch

or reach a ring of gold.

let go

The world pushes at our button--reactions demanded on cue, but if you resist for a moment or laugh at it in time, it holds off for a moment and it's possible to see what had remained obscure.  Tying the knots within so that all that's seen stays smooth and true to form.