Becky Blab

My journey to/through Isha Yoga

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Six months post-Yoga Marga

March 11th, 2010 · No Comments

It’s been six months since completing the Yoga Marga program at Isha’s Rejuvenation Center (or Rejuvy, as I call it). I have gained immensely from this program: more stamina, focus, acceptance of my physical limitations. Not to mention that I’ve hardly been sick.

YOGA MARGA (21 days)
A 3-week treatment program which rejuvenates your system and restores [...]

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These walls

April 17th, 2009 · No Comments

These walls we build
the armour around
our hardened hearts.
What is their purpose,
if all withers within?
Like a snake, I shed
these skins,
layer by layer.
This dry, brittle shell
can crumble.
I welcome you in,
waiting for the re-growth.

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Walking the sands of sanity

April 16th, 2009 · No Comments

While it may seem to some
that I’ve gone insane
the truth remains
I’ve never been less so.
More clarity comes in simplicity,
more peace in dissolution.
While it may seem to some
that I’m swimming upstream,
I’m constantly being pulled
down by the torrents.
Becoming an offering
is no easy task,
requiring erasing
of all the past.
Limitations, like ropes
bind me tight;
still, Iike lightening
I strive for what’s right.
With [...]

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Samyama

April 10th, 2009 · No Comments

A sharing of my experience of the Samyama program from the Isha Foundation April newsletter:

The beautiful breath:
an oceanic expanse.
Riding the waves,
watching the tides
take me away
into myself.
Cleansing the past,
shedding the shackles.
You gave birth to me;
I owe you my life
which I would have squandered
without You.
Instead of committing suicide
in installments
or in one fatal blow,
I dedicate this one [...]

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Who knew?

December 2nd, 2008 · No Comments

Who knew
bliss like this
exists,
within?
Simply
watching the waves
of breath
rise
and
fall
the unfathomable ocean
reveals itself.
The whirlpools tugs me,
the rocking lulls me.
Go inside
and all is provided.
Deeper I sink
into myself
though I float
on wisps,
gliding on the surface
of infinity.
I’m dangling from a
golden thread,
hanging suspended
over the cavernous
womb of creation.
Don’t throw me that
lifeline;
I want to know
if I
sink or swim.

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