Archive for August, 2013

Pranayama Reflection

Friday, August 30th, 2013

Sometimes from the depths of my body a great wind comes and lifts my breath with ease, and every cell begins to multiply and hum and I feel as if bloated by the divine that hides within. And just like when you’ve eaten too much, any exacerbated movement throws the whole plot into the compost. It can be such an effortless experience as fragile as the waterford crystal my grandmother collects.
My practice has become like this: my grandmother asks me to dust and clean her precious crystal wares, and so with great love and appreciation I spend the rest of my life completing this task to ensure that I learn to use the right amount of care. Now the challenge has become – with so much work ahead of me, where do I start? I can become so easily overwhelmed, throwing caution to the wind. However, the more I pass through this, the more clear the veil appears. And in due time, thanks to my grandmother’s love, this veil becomes the cloth I use to dry my finished work.
By Chris Hamel

Chris Hamel is a much loved frequent contributor of poetry and prose to the Karuna blog. He is also a great teacher, student and friend within the Karuna community. Hopeful we will continue to hear more of his insights into practice as he embarks on his next journey this fall. Stay tuned!

I React..

Friday, August 9th, 2013
By Kathi Burke
Here I Am
Alone in the World
An Enigma of Thoughts, Feelings, Elations, Depressions,
Promises, Cravings, Judgments, Reactions.
I Grow, I Strain, I Direct my own Fate, I Love,
I Study, I Learn, I Work, I React…
I Seek…Something Big, Something Sure, Something Connected,
Something Wise, Something Great, Something Beautiful,
Something Changeless, Something Pure, Something Aware,
Something Reaction-less.
I Attend Class… I fear, I love, I react, I flee, I return, I strive, I
hurt, I love, I need, I crave, I react. I learn to return, to practice,
to avoid judgment, to honor the wisdom which emerges at times,
within, or without, or sometimes doesn’t. I react.
One day, a new consciousness arrives, however briefly; she
throbs with light and stillness in silence. This consciousness of
the One, my soul body, causes my yoga body to bleed tears of joy
and awe. I react.
I return to class…chasing the illusory she-flame of light and
beauty and love. I fear, I love, I react, I flea, I strive, I hurt, I love,
I need, I crave, I react, even though I don’t want to.
I continue, all the while hoping that the grip of wanting will relax,
knowing that my effort is in the being, not in the gripping, in full
knowledge that in faithfully restraining attachments to results,
my soul body is certain to return in all her glory, as effort relaxes
into the potential that brings effortlessness and reveals the glory
of HER acceptance of the NOW.

Kathi Burke is a current student in Karuna’s 200hr Teacher Training Program