By Meg Coyle Irsay
My yoga is on the move
My yoga is on the move
My yoga is calling me forward
Backward and forward and through
My yoga is turning me inside
and outside and back again
I am drawn by the hand of my heartbeat right now
to the rhythm of breath and limb.
This blessed thread of Love that holds me to the truth that I am
this blessed thread of Love that turns my soil over again
this blessed thread of Love that helps me all ways feel
that even in pain, there lies the truth, if I am willing to see.
Here I am
on the earth
fallen from Grace
or so it would seem
with two ways to go
or so it would seem
and how do I know which and what to choose?
How do I learn for me what it true?
I listen and wait and pray from my center
giving gas to the thoughts that are ringing with wisdom.
All others thoughts must wait
and wait until they are balanced and steady on their feet
so I can practice well
aiming at God.
I breathe.
Like the mountain
I am
I breathe.
Like the mountaineer I am
who has climbed and stumbled and fallen at times
into corners to crumble,
who has wallowed and waited for the power of truth in
conviction
forgiveness
gratitude
and humility…phew.
I breathe
like the mountaineer
who has spent a life time
running up this mountain
inch by joyful inch
inch by painful inch
inch by transforming inch
Climbing and clinching, many times flinching
feeling for the fearless way to see
the story of my exile and my recovery.
My yoga is pulling me forward
like the sun burning through the mist
like the lover whose heart is leaping in flames
like intention that needs to be kissed.
My yoga is pulling me forward
breathing in and breathing out
My breath is married to living in truth
through my body and my mind.
With truth I breathe and notice
what is here and now
with truth I breath and understand
a little bit better now
how biology meets the psychology of me
how I’m wired for fear, how fear pushes my how steering.
Breathing I accept the tests, and the trials
the trials with their good friend error
the joy that comes through fire.
I am understanding more plainly now
Our dance together on earth
that in trusting Truth I cannot be hurt
that Love and breath are the engine of life
that patience and faith will burn through time
that time can never keep us apart
that We are truly dancing as one true Heart
My yoga sings and I must dance or feel the imagined fall from Grace.
My yoga moves and sings the true design of my true face.
With my breath, and with my words and with my well aimed actions
I move according to the rhythm of Love, Love and the rhythms of Unity
Or I do not move at all.
But wait instead to move out of my head
and into the imminent hands of truth that delivers me to the silence.
Home in the heart I feel the start
of creation made in Love’s image.
At the center
my mind is home
now
at last
recognized
now
for what it means
to be whole
what it means
to be holy
what It is
to be
in truth
right now.
My yoga is moving me forward
In truth I can only answer Yes.
That and…
Wow.
Contributed by Meg Coyle Irsay
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