Weave & Witness

Hiding in the mundane with so few acceptable expressions of pleasure between them

they longed for intimacy and found only silence…

Like a secret I can't wait to tell,

my fluid strokes of ink across the page

Collecting images words phrases 

from the many muses of the moment

Holding the tension between waiting and reaching,

eyes open, seeing the subtle

...our consciousness rose from the unconscious

...we are stardust and earth and yet we are aware

...the magic of being is inside us, immanent, not transcendent in an other-dimensional heaven

our connection to the earth shall be steady and joyful

She has the privilege of an easy smile and laugh lines deeper than worry wrinkles.

Desire-laced lust runs through her veins, full of want; and thus, perpetually empty.

Seductress-sprinked kisses like fickle freckles on her skin.

Eyes enticing followers, all the while lost inside herself.

Words were originally magic and she was their priestess.

Whisper-worded shouts weaving spells, binding others in the mirage of their own making.

Fragments of notes bouncing off the concrete walls

adding the perfect fractured soundtrack to the under belly of the rat race.

  Rounding the corner of my home stretch, sound transforms to sight.

  Bright reds and purples spread outside the lines of lips and eyelids by all the sweat and spit

conjured by the furious attack of bow on string accompanying the bright splashes of note after note. 

   And I notice you.

  I walk past you underground between the L and the 2/3,

 and I catch a whiff of your clove cigarette and your shit-eating grin.

   And through that stench of sweet and dirty, I notice you –

all wrapped up, snug in the smugness that can only come from naivety. 

   Though our elbows touched and we shared rain drops,

you don’t know I exist.

   Much less that I sit here noticing you, summing up your parts,

"I have often said that yoga is meditation, and meditation is yoga.  Meditation is the stilling of the movements of consciousness.  It's bringing the turbulent sea to a state of flat calm.  This calm is not torpid or inert.  It is a deep tranquility, pregnant with all the potential of creation...

The yogi is journeying...away from the world of things and events, which are so joyful, painful, baffling, and unending, back to the point of stillness before the waves were ruffled.  

This is because [s]he wants to answer the question, 'Who am I?'  [S]he hopes that if [s]he can find that out, [s]he will be able to answer the question, 'What is the source of Being?'

...Find the sun, says yoga, discover the Soul"

The ability to control the breath at-will is the ability to access your soul at-will.

"Nothing penetrates deeper than breath or is more pervasive." 

Chitta Vritti Narodha:  Ceasing the fluctuations of the mind  - Patanjali.  Yoga Sutras 1.1

Through Dharana, we practice exerting our will over our mind.  Dharana is the act of taming the mind, and it is how we learn to recognize that our thoughts do not control us, but we control our thoughts.