Wholistic Fitness

AT THE HEART OF PERSONAL FITNESS LIES A SENSE OF BE-LONGING…
Those of us who live the Wholistic Fitness life…who offer our prayers through
perspiration, not just neatly aligned pews..
Be-longing is the basic truth of our efforts…

the more we sweat and the longer we sit still with our minds,
we realize; we Be-long…we long to BE!
we long to Be like the flowers

who do not worry

or the lizard who is happy to Be just clinging…

we long to Be as tough as the wildflower growing, apparently, out of solid rock…
so beautifully elegant in her tenacity…

just to Be her Longing…

who was it that taught you what it is you know?
who was it that taught you the meaning of “Namaste”?
how well do you treat these Teachers of yours?

my sva-dharma: get people out of their busy minds and into the gratitude
of UniVersal reciprocity…at least appreciate what Mother Nature keeps giving…

it is okay to in-Joy material possessions…if you use them with two ongoing Warrior Qualities:
Gratitude of the Material Go(o)d…
and
The Use of it to take you into the Sweeping Grace of Divinity

like hidden places between freeways

where these photos i took today came from; sandwiched between two of LA’s busiest freeways…
millions travel on either side of this once omnipotent coastal wilderness…
now days, people too busy to get out of their cars…
or out of their minds…
to just
Be with their Longing
feeble ilg says,
Do not give away your sense of thanks to Mother Earth
for She gives you
your h(om)e…
allow your invisbility to Arise, Oh Noble Warrior!

i, and all that i humbly have to Share and Practice
Be-longs
to you…

head bowed from the space between your thoughts,

your feeble coach
***
This DL is dedicated to Mother Earth who lies here
in LA so beautifully…
as i prepare for my return to the High Mountains,
the few places surrounding LA that have not yet been raped by
‘developers’ and car addicts
which sing such a mourningful beauty in so many diverse Ways…
these last, throbbing sacred pulses of wildness
press my heart
and squeeze tears from my eyes.
Thank you Mother Earth of LA…
so many abuse you
each day…
without giving…just taking…
on behalf of those UnAwakened Ones Caught in the Illusion (maya)
i bow to You, Beautiful Mom,
and cannot ask for Your for-give-ness…
i can only look at You with Love and Awe and Sadness…

i
did
my
best
while
i
was
Here
to teach a Higher Meaning of Yoga…
i
did not do too well, i think.

perhaps from the Land of the Snows,
what it is i have to share
will spray like Jet Stream Ujjayi
to touch just the right ears…
in this faith
i must continue
to teach that which comes through me…
however feeble and tired
i feel right now…
for i
BeLong for WF