Saturday, July 21, 2018

all we need is love

only love matters, friend.
all our spiritual knowledge and attainments,
all the drama of the "i know more than you" mind,
all the spiritual posturing of the frightened ego,
just pale in comparison to the simple joy of true connection,
and the peace that comes from knowing that you are
nothing less than a burning sun.

for billions of years, the sun has given us
its awesome power for free.
(can't buy me love!)
think of all the burning it has had to endure
in order to shine so brightly and give us life.
                       jeff foster
                          italics: beatles

all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
"you owe 

what happens
with a love like that,
it lights the 
~ hafiz - the gift

there is nothing to practice.
to know yourself, be yourself.
to be yourself, 
stop imagining yourself to be this or that.
just be.
(let it be!)
let your true nature emerge.
don't disturb your mind with seeking.
                    ~ sri nisargadatta
                      italics: beatles

I dig love
I dig love in the morning
I dig love in the evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love

Small love, big love, I don't care
Love's all good love to me
Left love, right love, anywhere love
There's a rare love, come on and get it, it's free

Bought love, short love, in any port
Love's always there to see
Make love, take love, but you should give love
And try to live love, come on that's where you should be

Yes, I want you to know I dig love
To know I dig love
Yes, I do
I dig love 
                     ~ george harrison
                     all things must pass

Saturday, July 7, 2018

switching roles

gray wolf said,
why do we always do everything
in exactly the same way?
raven said,
steady on.
gray wolf said,
maybe we should switch roles sometimes.
somebody else could be the teacher and
you could just be one of the students.
raven said,
it's happening.
          ~ zen master raven
              robert aitken

i am often asked why i do not
offer a teacher training program..
actually, i have..
years, i mean..years ago in los angeles
(when i had no business doing so!)
a one-on-one
teacher training course
with a few practictioners..
they were certified thru my teacher's
yoga shala in delhi..

and actually...
i do have a teacher's training course..
whenever i take off
~ leaving a studio or a class behind ~
another blossoming teacher takes the reins..
this is the very best training!
they are in the present moment
actualizing the practice..
of teaching..
of learning ..
of studying self while studying others..
( is there really a difference?)

when i return,
finding another studio or
generating yet another class..
it begins again..
certified thru
the flying elephant
wing and a prayer
yoga dharma shala
nothing to hang on the wall -
simply an imprint and a blaze
in heart and bone .....

the question also arises as to why
i no longer offer workshoppes and retreats..
does anyone remember
year of the fire tiger?
summer solstice 
full moon
energi mountain
7 days 7 hours a day
! 49 hours !

these days,
it's the quotidian i savor ~
(average, run-of-the-mill, standard, typical, 
middle-of-the-road, workaday, undistinguished, 
commonplace, mundane, prosaic, garden-variety)
a weekly practice ~
with dharma friends ..
together - practicing what is rare to practice..
each session is retreat..
each practice - a workshoppe -
a most stunning and unimaginable way
to be with one another ~

sooner than soon perhaps
i'll be a barista whipping up mantras in the creme -
maybe walking frisky dogs to the metronome of meditation
or polishing electric cars running on OM ~
certainly one day
i'll be mulching my way
back to earthclay
under a shade tree
of jeweled compassion....

gray wolf made one of her rare visits to the circle,
and after a talk by raven she remarked,
the goal of practice seems to be just more practice.
raven bobbed his head, well?
gray wolf hesitated, then asked,
so there's no end to it?
raven hopped down from his perch 
to a little hummock beside gray wolf,
put his beak to her ear,
and murmured,
thank goodness.
                  ~ zen master raven
                        robert aitken

one by one, all is coming..
             sri pattabhi jois

Friday, June 29, 2018

serpent politics

if i seem to take part in politics,
it is only because politics encircles us today
like a coil of a snake
from which one cannot get out,
no matter how much one tries.

i wish therefore
to wrestle with the snake.
                   ~ mahatma gandhi

will you stand by me?
june 30.. HIGH NOON ..12 PM
in anacortes
corner of 12th and commercial
(this is a national/international stance..
please..if you wish..
find your place to stand )
to be the ground for compassion,
lovingkindness, courage and clarity..

as the t-shirt says:
how do we separate out who's who
and what's what?
we are a human-humane species,
are we not?

truth has drawn me into politics; 
and i can say without the slightest hesitation, 
yet in all humility, 
that those who say that religion has nothing to do with politics 
do not know what religion means... 
                      ~mahatma gandhi, 
                     the story of my experiments with truth

Saturday, June 23, 2018

NO YOGA - JULY 12 ~ dates, days, times & numbers..

there are 5..count them..5..
baby swallows in the nest
on the lintel at the front door..
they are still mostly mouths
yet rapidly becoming too big
for their mud-straw-feather abode..
mamas and papas and helpers
are feeding them constantly..
what it takes to grow - o my o

june 30 a saturday
will be an opportunity
for all of us to practice
corporeal politics ~
chapter 13  on tyranny 
high noon..
known in my circle
as cowgirl time
12 PM
to stand with/for
our brothers and sisters
and mamas and papas
in the practice of kindness
and compassion
for all beings without one (1) exception..
anacortes - corner of 12th and commercial
mt. vernon - the courthouse..
cheque out your community
to see where you stand..
as the book
on tyranny 
chapter 8 
tells us..
stand out 

july 4
interdependance day!!!
let's make it so ~

july 7 - september 23
MoNa -laconner
july 7  a saturday
opening reception 2-5 PM
paths that cross will cross again ~
                          patti smith

JULY 8 and JULY 22 (tom robbin's 86 th birthday!)
sundays both..
5:30 - 6:30PM
free community yoga classes
@ crescent moon yoga in laconner

heading to montana
to be in the garden of 1000 buddhas
in arlee, montana!

may all our thoughts and actions
be beneficial and relieve suffering..
may all beings, without one exception
have happiness and the causes of happiness..

i have nowhere 
to go and

nowhere to go

when i get back from there.
                ~ a. r. ammons

Friday, June 1, 2018

free community yoga

gratitude bestows reverence, 
changing forever
how we experience
life and the world 
                   ~ john milton

 ~ to embody a place is to engage
in a reciprocity where physical and spiritual
sustenance depends on the generosity of gestures ~

in the spirit of encouraging acts of reciprocity
and generosity within the practice and art of yoga..
CMY and dunja lingwood gratefully offer
the gift of a free community yoga/meditation class..
the 2nd and 4th sunday of each month..
5:30 - 6:30 PM
beginning june 10   
Crescent Moon Yoga 

for a forest to be green -
each tree must be green...
               ~ maharishi mahesh yogi

in reciprocity, we fill our spirits...
                    ~ braiding sweetgrass

Saturday, May 26, 2018

i've seen it....

more than once, more than twice..
the seduction of a hummingbird

faster than the speed of light

The hummingbird: a seduction
(to be read aloud lustily)

If I were a female hummingbird perched still
and quiet on an upper myrtle branch
in the spring afternoon, and if you were a male
alone in the whole heaven before me, having parted
yourself, for me, from cedar top and honeysuckle stem
and earth down, your body hovering in midair
far away from jewelweed, thistle, and bee-balm;
And if I watched how you fell, plummeting before me,
and how you rose again and fell, with such mastery
that I believed for a moment you were the sky,
and the red marked-bird diving inside your circumference
was just the physical revelation of the light’s
most perfect desire;
And if I saw your sweeping and sucking
performance of swirling egg and semen in the air,
the weaving, twisting vision of red petal
and nectar and soaring rump, the rush of your wing
in its grand confusion of arcing and splitting
created completely out of nothing just for me;
Then when you came down to me, I would call you
my own spinning bloom of ruby sage, my funneling
the storm of sunlit sperm and pollen, my only breathless
piece of scarlet sky, and I would bless the base
of each of your feathers and touch the tine
Of string muscle binding your wings and taste
the odor of your glistening oils and hunt
the honey in your crimson flare,
and I would take you and take you and take you
deep into any kind of nest you ever wanted.
                                      ~ Pattiann Rogers
                                    Song of the World Becoming:
                            New and Collected Poems, 1981-2001

there is something that pulls your eye..
some flash and flicker
some fast and vast verve of air..
whish and woosh
some clickity ratcheting clackity
up and down and inside out
a mantra
a yantra
 that glints in the ear
as well as an eyeful..

and before you know it..
the ascent of some
psychedelic firecracker
rises higher and loftier
than you'd ever imagine that
this delicate winged harlequin
could and should and would -

rocketing thru space
straight up..
straight up..
straight up..

without so much
as a flip
of a whip
the descent
a nose dive..
 aiming for the
very center of our earth
and it is..
as a winged version of Eros..
( the asteroid that comes nearer
to this planet than any celestial body..
except the moon)
to shower its brilliant boldness
on the chosen princess

one brisk short reverb..
like the beginning of a fire alarm
caught in mid sentence..
an electric staccato hey! 
pitched high and mighty as the flight itself..
look alive, my beauty!

the quick deep dip into the tail feathers
seed planted

faster than the speed of light

Friday, May 18, 2018


my sis and i got into a tussle..
not unusual for siblings..
this was not the biting, scratching, hitting kind..
we did not bonk each other on the head
with our dolls or books..
our tussle was the tussle of words..

stinging our four ears
suddenly saddening our hearts
pinpricks afflicted without mindful consideration..
our tussle was a tussle of points of view,
of opinions for and against..
and as we parted, they hung heavy
in the "brightening air"
i, for one,  slept on barbs
trying my best to get comfortable
with my own voice..

the next morning i received this in a  newsletter from

W. A. I. T.  Why Am I Talking?

It asks us to check our assumptions and motivations before we open our mouths. It requires us to honor the humanity of those with whom we're in conversation with - to be honest, humble and compassionate.

Is what we have to say actually in service to the greater good?
Below are four questions, known in Buddhism as the Four Gates
of Speech. These questions can help us wait before speaking to help foster understanding and connection.

1) Is it true?
Determining truth is more than ensuring a lack of outright deceit. It involves releasing narratives, filters, biases and evaluations. We're asked to observe what actually has transpired, watching out for conditioned tendencies.

2) Is it necessary?
Is it useful? Will voicing it, in Gandhi's words, "improve upon silence?"This question can help us keep our ego in check. We're invited to keep the big picture in mind - to distinguish between our capacity to add more detail, to correct, object... in the moment from what will lend to the most good in the long run.

3) Is it kind?
Similar to the concept of ahimsa in yoga, this question highlights the importance of doing no harm. Will sharing further connections with others? Will everyone's dignity be upheld? We're asked to do our due diligence in proceeding with care and compassion.

4) Is now the right time to say it?
On a practical level this can look like making sure folks have the time and are in a good place to digest what we have to say. This can also look like checking to see if we're really the ones who should be taking up air time in the moment. Are there other voices that deserve to be heard? It can also be useful to consider if actively listening would be more beneficial.

holy mackerel! - did it resonate..
sharing this w/ my sis ~
we discovered our great and mighty ability
to blurt without alert..
making promises to one another that the future..
we would hold or bite our tongues
of course, also knowing without a doubt..
we would find ourselves in another tussle down the road..
after all, what are sisters for?

pulling out william stafford's
the way it is
for a wee bit of solace
i opened straight away to next time 
and heard him say ...plain as day ~
here you go, darlin'..

next time
next time what i'd do is look at
the earth before saying anything. i'd stop
just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
      or to the air being still.

when anyone talked to me, whether
blame or praise or just passing time,
i'd watch the face, how the mouth
had to work, and see any strain, any
sign of what lifted the voice.

and for all, i'd know more -- the earth 
bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over 
forest and water, and for every person
the body glowing inside the clothes
like a light.

sharing all this with the yoginis of thursday morn -
after a full, fine practice of ujjayi breath
to make clean and clear our throat chakras,
airing out our heart chakras ~
this beauty from yet another wise website
placed in the ring of the palm..
gracing the open waiting heart..

by Martha Postlethwaite

Do not try to serve
the whole world
or do anything grandiose. 
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is yours alone to sing
falls into your open cupped hands 
and you recognize and greet it. 
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to the world 
so worthy of rescue.

the world is listening for our silence..