john's light was bright, and on it. i am hungry to get in the class and pass the torch around. i think as a teacher we have the power to empower, not just to cajole and ease and guide, but, as they say here, 'give her!'. because the practice is not always to surrender - it is always to participate. it's a dance with shakti, constantly, every moment - and on us to inspire and to be inspired. the opportunities are there: in a leaf, in a spider catching its prey, in the way that water moves - this one in particular is speaking to me. so beautiful how it flows, and it hits a rock and just continues with its flow, under the law of gravity and momentum, but effortless and easy in its course of nature. and if we could just participate like that - with clarity and beauty. water isn't trying to be something else - it doesn't try to turn itself into a rock. it sparkles and flows and reflects and shimmers, and it's beautiful, perfect, and clear all by itself. and we are too: we are beautiful. we are perfect. we are clear, all in our own rite. we were fashioned in the likeness of The Is. what more could we possibly ever be?
reminds me of the parable from a commentary on vedanta that i dug up - this man frantically searching for his glasses, tearing his house apart, yelling at his family, struggling and searching to find them, just as we search for happiness, perfection, ease, bliss, sukhum - how do we get it? more yoga! more meditation! be kinder, more compassionate! but in the end, the glasses are right there, resting on the top of our heads - we are yoga, we are meditation, we are kind beyond kindness, and compassionate beyond compassion.
sat nam.
i am that.
truth is your identity.
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