Yoga
represents the ideal that is a calm disposition in the face of
adversity, flexibility and good health with the ability to calmly
adjust when things go wrong. A Yogi is generally optimistic, cheery
and a good companion to have at your side. To look up the popular
definitions of Yoga, we find that it has its roots in the Sanskrit
language and means Union that is to join or yoke with God. This
somewhat intangible statement hints at the highest level of
relationship between the whole of nature and man himself. The Yogi
does not live in isolation from all that is around him, but enjoys
the refreshing stillness of the mountain top, the life giving
vitality of nature and the energy of sunlight. God speaks to him in
the silent space within, as well as in bird song and the sighing of
the wind. His truth is a measure of reality, in clearly structured
and measured thought. There is nothing to prove, and whether he is
here or there he is always at the Centre of his Universe, his truth
arises from an inner clarity that transcends the time oppressed
world. There is intelligence in nature that unfolds in every living
thing, wherein nothing is rushed or forced, and truth as embodied
love expresses its beauty and form according to its inmost nature.
The Yogi clear in heart and mind is attuned to the natural rhythms of
life, with nothing to prove, his watchword is ahimsa (non injury),
and his guidance is directed toward developing the uniqueness that
lies within each. He does not force or strain beyond his natural
limits, encourages harmonious relationship between every living
thing, his teaching directed toward health and wholeness of being in
one and all.
Friday 28 November 2014
Friday 14 November 2014
Winter
Winter
We slept awhile, in the Earths
winter,
A moulded shape, a form unseen
Not knowing, unknown, a sleeping
dearth,
No depth, nor height, or future
seen.
The sleepers turned, in endless
space,
A timeless orb, an unknowing now
Then love turned with infinite
grace.
A heavenly light and love wept
In earth we turned, until bathed
in light.
Then we remembered our parent
face.
But still we turned, from day to
night.
A timely rhythm, a fall from Grace
The Sun, with myriad shafts of
light
Pierced the Earth with living
sword
A thousand intelligences, clothed
and bright,
Sprang forth as the embodied word
Friday 7 November 2014
I Believe in Angels
I
Believe in Angels –
they are companions of hope that live in each conscious moment,
lighting the pathways of life. They are God’s artists and
messengers, that ascend and descend, touching hearts and minds;
inspiring, and arbiters of invention. They are seldom seen as they
have to shine through the fog of human disbelief, fear and suffering.
They touch hearts and minds during quiet moments and in our dreams;
angels are heartfelt, life enhancing, and only barred by our own
disbelief. They are spheres of intelligent light, providing comfort
to the dying, guiding each to their spiritual home. They are the ones
that descend with the rays of the Sun and re-enliven the Truth and
Love enshrined in God’s creation. They appear in many forms,
inspiring both artist and writer. To discover your angels, learn to
read not only with your head, but also with your heart. Then during
moments of fear and doubt, simply name them; Jesus Christ; The
Buddha; Eugene Halliday; St. John of the Cross; Jacob Boehme and
others; and if you have only understood them in part, they will still
guide you across the fathomless oceans of uncertainty, to a brighter
and safer shore.
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