Class was a little flat, the music strained and her voice muffled. I said, Hello and Good bye and Thank You. She did not acknowdedge me. I can learn from this too. On Tuesday, Bhavani hugged me and was so open :)
The sequence was sweet enough to thrill me, but the poem 'Openness', I couldn't find anywhere. This favorite author will more than fill the space left free.
Supta Baddha Konasana
Firelegs r
Firelegs l
Wl forward fold
Janu sirsana r
Janu sirsana l
Lay back over two blocks
Vipariti Karani
Savasana
Poem Openness
'Life is not about certainty'.
Die Slowly by Pablo Neruda
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know,
dies slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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