Wholistic Fitness

“Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains,
and the maker of canyons and pine mountains.
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.”
– Kabir

the “clay jug” of which the Sufi Poet speaks is the yogi’s body…
a traditional metaphor of the Ancient Teachers. i love this poem,
which i have only excerpted here…*
i recite it often to my Yoga Students,
such as my Beloved HP Yoga� student, “Warrior Clay” (see photo above) whom i first met
and trained in WF privately at the Santa Clarita Athletic Club outside LA.
Today,
after a long while, i heard this from him after he read the DL which announced i would be
returning to LA to teach a HP Yoga� Class on April 15th:

” Noble Coache
I am there baby!!!!
Love,
warrior clay”

For those less familiar with the Warrior Tradition that is Served here in this tiny Temple beneath the Sacred Peak,
Clay’s succinct answer to my call,
his Capitalization of my name,
the lack of capitalization of his,
and the word, “Love”…again Capitalized…
is all such perfect Haiku like briefness that i cherish
from my seasoned Students.
such a Warrior remembers from past lives when time came to join me on the various Battlefields…
swords drawn,
integrity at the ready to be tested..
life
or death…
such is the Warrior’s Way.

do YOU remember?
or has the Great Sea drifted you astray from your Warrior Spirit..?

God Bless the Warriors that come running when i ring my humble gong…
i have no marketing agency
no bells nor whistles
i do not advance sexy or glitzy or celebrity history for barter of your money to study this Path…
i and my Staff of WF Online Teachers depend upon the only thing that matters in the long run…
your
integrity
of
Spirit
and
willingness
to
Rise Above.

Warrior Clay? i know you will read this because you read DL as the Electronic Dharma of WF:

you know,
the Masters said that out of every 100 aspirants of genuine yoga,
there will one or perhaps two
that will touch the Soul of the Teacher in the most charming, devoted of Ways…

Warrior Clay,
my beautiful Being…

you are one of those Special Students…we have covered much Terrain
to-get-Her…
and my inward smile carries me toward Joy as i look forward to the years
shining ahead of us; full of Practice…

head bowed,

coach ilg

* would you like a copy of this poem to share with your Beloved?
i will send it to you…
just tell me WHY you feel moved enough to want to read the entirety of this poem from such a God-intoxicated
mystic poet!
you know my email.