Pranayama
Circumstances are like shackles
They restrain you
They force you to contain yourself within the flesh box called your body.
But like the God
Shiva,
I tend to be the same and be more
I'm aware of my being and my non-being.
The purusha and prakriti are one
Like me and the nature around me
Rules cannot restrain me from uniting with my Supreme half, which is Nature.
The lush greenery around
The space that I live in
Which inspires me to live in this mortal human form.
But as circumstances pull the chains, the body hurts but not the mind.
It will go into hibernation.
It will chant the mystic yogasutra
To attain the absolute position
To transcend into the universe
To unite with the supreme other
Prakriti
So as purusha, i begin my slowly inhaling and exhaling.
Slowly inhaling reality through my senses
And exhaling the memories that reside within my head
Inhale and exhale,
Inhale and exhale
Inhale and exhale.
Till you feel empty and then
suddenly you are full and flowing
as though Ganga has drenched your forhead
mind or your consciousness or your (prajna)?
melts away into that outburst of divinity,
takes your flesh shell off
blending the cosmos and inner skies,
And then you are one with the universe
You are the universe.
You are not you but everyone, everything
And this is my message to a security general who has cunningly restrained me within the premise of this space called my room.
I cannot be but tempted to eliminate my human form and to transcend to the absolute.
Still the body aches and pains for that human smell
For the ordinary experiences in human life in which the yoga sutras is not required.
There what is only required is just
Desire.
If rules restrain us like this, we will all be saints, we will all be propheters, we will all be poets
But we won't be humans
we won't be humans
we won't be humans.
Circumstances are like shackles
They restrain you
They force you to contain yourself within the flesh box called your body.
But like the God
Shiva,
I tend to be the same and be more
I'm aware of my being and my non-being.
The purusha and prakriti are one
Like me and the nature around me
Rules cannot restrain me from uniting with my Supreme half, which is Nature.
The lush greenery around
The space that I live in
Which inspires me to live in this mortal human form.
But as circumstances pull the chains, the body hurts but not the mind.
It will go into hibernation.
It will chant the mystic yogasutra
To attain the absolute position
To transcend into the universe
To unite with the supreme other
Prakriti
So as purusha, i begin my slowly inhaling and exhaling.
Slowly inhaling reality through my senses
And exhaling the memories that reside within my head
Inhale and exhale,
Inhale and exhale
Inhale and exhale.
Till you feel empty and then
suddenly you are full and flowing
as though Ganga has drenched your forhead
mind or your consciousness or your (prajna)?
melts away into that outburst of divinity,
takes your flesh shell off
blending the cosmos and inner skies,
You are the universe.
You are not you but everyone, everything
And this is my message to a security general who has cunningly restrained me within the premise of this space called my room.
I cannot be but tempted to eliminate my human form and to transcend to the absolute.
Still the body aches and pains for that human smell
For the ordinary experiences in human life in which the yoga sutras is not required.
There what is only required is just
Desire.
If rules restrain us like this, we will all be saints, we will all be propheters, we will all be poets
But we won't be humans
we won't be humans
we won't be humans.
