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LIVING YOGA means

Constantly striving for knowledge, dominated by dynamic fiery intensity. Overwhelmed and excited by all that is and all that could be. Honest, but clumsy. The facts, the insights, the rules, the paths, the techniques, the details, continue to accumulate, drop by drop… 

… until an ocean forms. Suddenly aware that it is all one body of knowledge, and that I am adrift peacefully at the mercy of its swell. The urgency of strict adherence and attention to every detail begins to lift. and I let go… Gazing into the beautiful blue hues of truth. No longer trying to intellectualize, to accomplish, to obtain, to prove… It is here, in control of my own vessel, but happily at the mercy of the currents of consciousness, that I arrive… as my Highest Self.  Bowing down, looking outside myself, beyond my own boundaries. Beyond the comfort of my own vessel. Engaging my core strength and integrity, leaning out over and balancing on my own edge. Leaving rational thought behind, I stop trying to comprehend. Closing my eyes, I stop trying to see. I extend a hand out to the ocean of understanding, cupping the water, and open my mouth - not trying to explain, but rather, to accept. Drinking it in. Sweet as nectar, it nourishes and infuses with every part of me. Re-sculpting my identity from the inside out. Skin to muscle to bone. Beyond the cellular level and back again. Radiating from within. Nourished. Fulfilled. Whole. One. Liberated by simplicity. Up the mountain and down again, I arrive, as my higher Self. Greeted by the secret, smiling back at me. A smile that I began. A smile that followed One path, in One straight line. it never gave up. It never surrendered. It circled the world to find me again.

Pedalling fast or slow, the wheels continue to turn full circle. Again I arrive, back from where I came, finding my Self higher. Wisdom cycling back to elemental understanding. Striving for a different truth: My own - Never brought down by the ebb and flow of life, but remaining constant, graceful, and powerful. Liquid. As water, mobile, fluid, never getting stuck, unstoppable, attachment not in my nature. Like fire, burning, glowing brighter with every breath, radiating from the core. Melting the modulations of the material mind, purifying in the heat of every moment. Stoked from sunrise to sunset, with intention, awareness, and discipline. Passionate. Grounded, in thought and emotion. With my roots extending deep into the Mother Earth within me. Shakti. Goddess. Me. Always safe, always home, always there with open arms and unconditional understanding and forgiveness. Unshakeable. The mountain on which the journey takes place. Standing strong on my own foundation, lifting my chin with confidence, chest up, heart held high, melting into grace. My eyes on the horizon, energy spiralling inwards and outwards, to the heavens. Spreading my arms as wings and letting them dance in deep breaths of fresh air. Opening my palms, sensitive to the electricity hidden deep in the ether. Caressing it as it tingles my fingertips. Flowing with Qi. I am free. Bowing to the you that is in me. 
Deva and Devi. 
Shiva and Shakti. 
Om MaNi PadMe Hum. 
Shanti Shanti Shanti.

YOGASH CHITTA VRITTI NIRODHAH
योगश्चित्तवृत्तिनिरोधः ॥२॥

“ONCE YOU HAVE TASTED FLIGHT, YOU WILL FOREVER WALK THE EARTH WITH YOUR EYES TURNED SKYWARD, FOR THERE YOU HAVE BEEN, AND THERE YOU WILL ALWAYS LONG TO RETURN.” 

― LEONARDO DA VINCI