Stigma

In Mexico, there are these fish that have colonized the freshwater caves along Sierra del Abra. They were lost. They found themselves living in complete darkness. But they didn’t die. Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became hideous… I’ve rarely thought about what I once was. But I wonder if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it? Or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become less hideous? In an … Continue reading Stigma

Will You?

Will you be with me until my hair loses its dusk Wrinkles in my forehead beneath my grey bangs Creases on the corners of my eyes As I smile reaching my shaky arms up to the sky? Will you be with me until my toes curl Not because I want them to But because of stiffness quivering in my stance Where my joints seem to have a mind of their own? Will you be with me as time shows in my bony shoulders Pressing behind my spine as I look up in grace My heart open, forever grateful, forever yours … Continue reading Will You?

Holier Than Thou

Let not only one day serve as Remembrance Day. War is easier than being with you. In war, you act or you die. No time to think; no time to second guess yourself.            Maybe that’s your problem.            With me, you’re thinking; not feeling. Each day we tend to engage ourselves in some sort of war – be it an argument, a conflict, a fight, a struggle with others or within ourselves. We lure ourselves into confrontations with either anger or hatred, either defence or ignorance. And we wonder why we get stressed out, feel depressed, and so on. … Continue reading Holier Than Thou

Come Back to Love

I have some friends I wrestle with. Monster friends. They like to creep… when you are in your most vulnerable state. It is a phase we often get webbed in. An entrapment. Whether lured or passing through, we get stuck on it. Let me introduce them to you… The thing is… in our most vulnerable state, this is NoT the end of it. This vulnerable state is actually the most insightful phase we ever go through. It happens for a reason. Why…? It is because this is where we fully exercise our own unique power of choosing. “It’s the choices … Continue reading Come Back to Love

108 Spaces | Continued

These are Rumi’s words I often read and say… “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” That field – open and vast is the in-between of life’s crunches; simpatia – the mortar between the bricks. I must have used his words a million times and can never get tired of it. I write about it here and there. Simply because I love spaces. I see them every time. And when I don’t, I create them. I own two … Continue reading 108 Spaces | Continued

Kirtan | Day 4

The day began physically painful with my injury. Manageable, thankful for the massage and sauna I had the night before. And so I sit at 6:30 in the morning for our meditation, lasting for an hour, each day. No amount of blankets can ease the discomfort for sitting an hour. The itch to fidget is overwhelming, and I succumbed to that itch. Finding the right spot, lasting for some minutes. Discomfort… isn’t this part of my practice? A sutra I unconditionally allow myself and my class to engage then settle in. Yoga is finding the comfort in the discomfort – … Continue reading Kirtan | Day 4

Yesterdays and Todays

I lost into the hurry. Hurry was losing myself and not cleaning my sins/mistakes. Do not hurry, just do it in balance, harmony. ~ Albulena Xhaferi Today, The scent of the newly cut grass filled my lungs breathing in the clean freshness after the rains. Yesterday, I hardly smelled anything. The only purpose of my nose was to breathe. Yesterday, I was cursing madly at the numerous pebbles scattered on the pavement. Today, I did lots of slaloms on the multitude of eroded roundness as I pass them. Today, The cool North wind complimented the heat of the sun’s rays. Yesterday, I … Continue reading Yesterdays and Todays

KritajnAta | Haiku

Moments we have now Live to cherish as they are Birds chirp, breaking dawn. “What if you gave someone a gift, and they neglected to thank you for it–would you be likely to give them another? Life is the same way. In order to attract more of the blessings that life has to offer, you must truly appreciate what you already have.” ~ by Ralph Marston Thank you, Dad… for being with me then, and for missing you now. Happy Dad’s Day to all blogging fathers! Namaste. =) Continue reading KritajnAta | Haiku

Freeing Sahaja

  Q: Why do we only get spontaneous when bad things happen to us? A: Nature abhors a vacuum. Life is a series of ebb and flow. I often get told of this. When it ebbs though, why do we get stuck getting pulled back? It takes an enormous amount of courage and strength to swim forth and begin flowing again. The current can deter your heart and doubt your swimming skills. Sometimes we tend to simply float… where does this lead us then? Does it make you closer to where you want to go? Yet the time spent in … Continue reading Freeing Sahaja

Simpatia

It’s the common space. The mortar between the bricks. The words between the words — Courage… Passion, Principles. Simpatia. This is… Maybe you and me. It is an affective and emotional state where we are inclined to feel a liking, inclined to do something. The same common space triggering a bend towards an aspiration to pursue an action creating this sweet harmonious relationship… even in silence. This is the closest I can define this feeling. It is a doorway to empathy, where it leads to feeling the common space of shared understanding, rapport, and compassion… even in imagination. Yet it … Continue reading Simpatia

She Let Go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her … Continue reading She Let Go