Yoga Pressure Points Aug. 11th
If possible, bring a partner to learn on one another – or more info.
And let the Magic slip away?
One day I tried ‘control’ on for size
as an experiment
(I’m also experimenting with poetry, so please excuse me)
it came and swept me off my feet
and I quickly came to realize
it touched me deep, in places within
all very uncomfortable to meet.
Maybe it brought back memories
of how I used to be?
Either way it was not fun
it was extremely edgy.
It seemed to take on a power of it’s own
pushy, bold, determined, muscle through,
which brought up these old tendencies . . .
unfamiliar (as of late)
“Margaret, this ain’t you!”
Attitude, anger, rigidity,
separation, agitation, in a big rush,
who is this? what is this?
nothing like the Margaret
often doesn’t care to make a fuss.
Who would want to live like this?
continuously trying to take control
over that which isn’t
entirely up to us
and can really take a tole.
Adrenals, nervous system, heart
all in fatigue and stress
I was so very out of sorts on this day
and wanted to take on less.
Frazzle seemed to be the name of the game
going this way and that
who would want to live this way(?)
oh, it’s such a shame.
Most important and meaningful
was . . .
Spirit went unseen,
Spirit did not want to be anywhere near
this huge tangled knot,
this jumble inside
this scattered scene
where all was so very unclear.
Why not surrender?
into a fluid liquid life
(the river shows us how)
a way of being which mimics a wave
where there’s less tension and strife
Why not surrender into the now,
into the unknown.
Our body, our breath
our arms wide open
welcoming magic as it unfolds.
To be with the only thing
we truly do have
to open into and imbibe
in this place
where we can completely bathe
in Divine’s organic salve.