Sweet
Like the taste of the Rasas, yoga itself has a particular flavor.
If you can let go
of preconceptions,
of long held beliefs,
of resistance,
you will be allowed
to savor
its sweetness.
All roads lead here,
in one way
or another.
There are myriad ways
to arrive.
We make it difficult; it is really
quite simple.
Each lesson is just
another road.
You get to choose
which is best
for you.
Whether through the supplicant child’s pose
or the jubilant flying bird;
whether through chant or Ganesh;
whether through examination of thought and action
or listening to another’s story;
All roads lead to Oneness.
It does not matter if the asana is perfect;
it is your pose for that day.
It does not matter if you grasp a concept;
at some point, it will make sense.
It does not matter if you believe all or none
of what you hear;
if you show up, you are then part of
what is,
for that time and place.
This is the Sweetness of yoga. It just is.
We are all striving to be better human beings;
trying to understand what that means.
Each class is a microcosm of the big picture.
If you can experience that, for even a few
moments, you will have done something good,
not only for yourself but for each life you touch.
Slip into yoga gently:
let go of inner dialogue;
let go of time limits;
let go of not feeling like it.
It will be worth it.
It will feel good.
It will be Sweet.
SKS
September 2007
Though written two years ago, this poem seems
to be appropriate for this new fall session.
September 9, 2009
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