Let the juice of life touch you in every possible way. May your lives be rich, wonderful, ecstatic and, if that is your quality, let that be shared, because it only grows by sharing.–Sadhguru, “Grace Grows When Shared”, February 2010 Forest Flower
I have left this blog for dead many times, but then keep resurrecting it. It won’t let me leave it alone.
It has evolved from being a venue for feminist venting and ranting, to a platform for showcasing the depth of my experience with Isha Yoga. Admittedly, the majority of words are no longer my own, and those that I can muster hardly do justice to the profundity of what I have felt through these practices and my encounters with Sadhguru.
Yet, I must continue to keep it alive, in my feeble attempt to share the juice that I have tasted. The chance that a reader may also catch a drop of it keeps me coming back.
If you had read this blog two years ago, you only would have tasted bitterness. Now, such emotions hardly cross my mindscape; if at all they do, they are quickly passing clouds that don’t deserve my attention.
There was a time when I was aspiring to be an inspiring writer. I wanted to put out a positive message, in the midst of all the negativity I saw in the world. But I myself was looking for inspiration like a weary nomad in search of an oasis.
At the In the Lap of the Master 3-day Sathsang program that I attended in April, Sadhguru said that, for someone who’s parched, a glass of water is like a benediction.
That’s how I felt when I found Isha.
To be brutally honest against the makers of social media (not that I think they’ll start crying heresy against me, a low-ranking BeckyBlabber): I never saw the point of social media before Isha. Yes, I reluctantly started a blog, but didn’t actually believe people would be interested in reading it. Why my blog, when so many others are out there? How would they find me?
But it’s become such a powerful outlet for me, and for others I see it can be a useful resource. So I push on, despite the fear of embarrassment.
There is a song that I can’t get out of my head recently, based on a poem by Kabir:
Fearlessly I Will Sing the Attributes of the One without Attributes
Using the Base Lotus as the Steady Seat
I Will Make the Wind Rise in Reverse
Steadying the Mind’s Attachments
I Will Unify the Five Elements
Ingila, Pingala and Sukhman are the Channels
I Will Bathe at the Confluence of the Three Rivers
The Five and Twenty Five I Will Master by my Wish
And String them Together by One Common Thread
At the Summit of Aloneness the Un-struck Anahad Sound Reverberates
I Will Play the Thirty-Six Different Symphonies
Says Kabir Listen Oh Practicing Aspirant
I Will Wave the Flag of VictoryExplanation
In this song, Kabir clearly shows the “real” meaning of certain phrases used in ancient texts. Often these are mistaken to be reference to physical places while in reality an internal experience is actually being told.
Fear is the first and biggest obstacle to spiritual realization. And a state of fearlessness shows that a person has actually accepted the environment or physical reality for what it is. In that state of accepting oneness, Kabir says that he is going to expound on the attributes of the ultimate.
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