Is it the repetition of the mantra? Is it the synchronized breath? Is it the parlor tricks on the mat? Is it the waves of bliss? Is it the intoxicating silence?
Perhaps, It is the hug exchanged with the yoga teacher. It is the homeless man standing on the street corner with blood shot eyes. It is the cuddles and kisses from my boys It is the food that is prepared every night. It is the email exchange for work. It is the offerings to my Isthas. It is the clear blue skies and breezy weather. It is the friends I laugh with. It is the journal that I write.
Some say I have become passive. Some say come back to Life Some say I have lost my drive Some say I don’t call them back. Some say they don't know me anymore.
Nothing matters; “it” is in everything and everything is in “it”.
Is it Pratyahara? Have I become a fool in God’s Love?
Truth?
Posted - May 06 2016 : 1:19:48 PM
