The Spirit of the Warrior

Although we have been made to believe that if we let go, we will end up with nothing, life itself reveals again and again the opposite: that letting go is the path to real freedom. Just as when the waves lash at the shore, the rocks suffer no damage but are sculpted and eroded into beautiful shapes, so our character can be molded and our rough edges worn smooth by changes. Through weathering changes we can learn how to develop a gentle but unshakable composure. Our confidence in ourselves grows, and becomes so much greater that goodness and compassion begin … Continue reading The Spirit of the Warrior

I Give You the Silence | Day 5

Lord, I give you body, mind, and breath. I give you my geographical preferences, my survival fears, my worries over money, livelihood, calling, faith and fame. I give you my pain and weakness, and also my strength. I give you all the ingredients from which I concoct the myth of separation. I give you words, poems and personal stories. I give you my end and beginning, and most especially the middle, where I feel most stuck, suspended like a cloud floating nowhere in particular when I’d rather be an arrow aimed straight at revelation. I give you my concept of … Continue reading I Give You the Silence | Day 5

I – Me – Myself

A dialogue within. Scene I I           : I am so sad. Me       : Well of course you are. What you wanted isn’t going to happen. I           : Yeah… =/ Me      : You have the time to mourn about it. You have the right to be sad. I          : But it’s tiring to be sad. Myself : Because you use the same amount of energy to feel the flip side. The only difference is, one feels lighter. I         … Continue reading I – Me – Myself


Every so often the skeletons in my closet create such a raucous that the chained and locked closet door shakes tremendously, and I am left to deal with it. By myself. Because the closet is my awesome mind that often, if not always, I would rather ignore, add more locks, possibly bolt it down, or even add that heavy plank of wood across the door like in the olden days. Yet it is more overwhelming to simply ignore. The clamour is unyielding to the point of seeing steam creeping out of it, with grunting noises on the other side, scratching … Continue reading Ole!

That Way

“There is a reason they call God a presence – because God is right here, right now. In the present is the only place to find Him, and now is the only time.” I have to stop reading this book and watching the movie. Yet when I feel myself floating, I panic and run to Elizabeth Gilbert. While it aids to bring myself back, however slowly, it likewise creates a vacuum, a hollowness. With all these quotes from the book (and movie)… I think what I’m saying is… I miss God, Allah, Krishna, Jehovah, The Source, The Tao, Universe, Love, … Continue reading That Way

Twist My Arm

At the top of a vision lay this truth. The whole truth. For most people, they create a vision of bliss, of serenity, of peace. I call that a dream, and I can forever close my eyes and take that in. And that is where I will remain. A vision is entirely different. A vision begins with a whisper from your heart and grows into your hands and feet. It is workable. It is attainable. A vision is something acceptable. It is not about wishing thinking. It is taking what we have and using what we have to move on. … Continue reading Twist My Arm


“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.” ~ Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me Peeking behind a wispy puffy shadow I wait upon you from my window A silhouette behind the dark blooming green Lingering my gaze, my heart feels serene. In a fluid graceful motion feeling our world turn I … Continue reading Infatuation

Black and Blue

“If we need an image of that light within us for the sake of the mind that becomes lost in its brilliance, we might see a single white rose poised toward eternity while still glistening in the early morning sun.” ~ Robert Rabbin Delicate petals subdued with early dew Awaiting the warmth, the sun to renew Buzzing and flutters, some cared, some knew Another night passed a rose cannot undo. Thorns that prick like the spindle in a tale Meant to stay safe, sheltered in its veil Uncertain of its significance, tender and frail “Touch me”, it pleads, lamenting its … Continue reading Black and Blue

Entre Nous

I have been thinking about hurts when I taught the class today. Even when I interchange the words – tightness, stress, tension, kinks, knots, rigidness, constriction… in my heart I meant to say hurts. Not the physical pain from overexerting or overdoing stuff; but the aching pinch that grips our souls and often strangles our very breath. Why I didn’t use the word ‘hurt’, I don’t know. Perhaps, after an engaging conversation with a friend, I felt it too personal to share my own safe bubble. The fear again where I might loose my bearings and the bubble pops. Yet in the … Continue reading Entre Nous

Aphoristic Guest

And I found this… This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. ~ The Guest … Continue reading Aphoristic Guest

Betwixt and Between

Walking down memory lane on my Yoga Teacher Training… Giving a brief introduction among ourselves, we took turns in a circle saying 2-3 sentences about us that first came to mind as the question was asked. Considering that it was the first day being in class, a yogi or not, there is still the awkward feeling, the shyness… … uhmm, okay, I can see you smirking… maybe the shyness isn’t applicable to me… so let’s say, fear… fear of what those 2-3 sentences would evolve into. Stay true and be honest. Can’t go wrong with that. I scolded myself. I … Continue reading Betwixt and Between

L♡ve Happens… Sh*t Happens

I began writing this with the title of Ahimsa, the Practice, as a sequel to my other post. After some readings, I changed it to Growing with Emotions. Then I chanced upon the movie, Love Happens on cable. Seen it before… but I may have been multi-tasking then. And because I’ve been feeling physically sh*tty (flu), the ability to multi-task was lost on me. And that’s a good thing!! They all seem to tie together as my thoughts swirl… watching the movie, reflecting on Ahimsa, sensing my emotions. And I just said I don’t multi-task. Bah! Practicing ahimsa is not … Continue reading L♡ve Happens… Sh*t Happens