The price of my fitness,
has bec(om)e my life…
any podium ilg has attained?
was long ago stored within…
… and now my love of focused fun
among snow covered woods,
pine-lathered mountains, and
high, rocky peaks where only Pika play and occasional Hawks reach their wings into majesty…
reMind me of my True Human Beingness
shouting unheard into my HeartCave;
“Don’t Wait Any Longer…”
so, within the garden of Self,
ilg dives into an inner ocean
each morning…no matter how busy…
ego silent, if not absent,
spirit walking hand-in-hand with the empty hollow road
of Ujjayi…and Mula…and Mantra…
Ujjayi, Mula, Mantra…
Praise Be Thy Practice
Praise Be Solo, Inwardly Turned Practice…
Praise Be
Om Ami Dewa Hri…
head bowed,
spirit vowed,
your feeble teacher of nothing
pics of ilg from today’s early morning Practice
The pictures capture the state of being perfectly. I got up and did a few movements with breath in my cubicle while looking at them.
Thanks.
Precious Tribal Brother KB!
glad you Get It…then again, you live It…so you Know It…
love, sweat, stillness,
ilg