Sometimes a painting or image works better than words, and sometimes a yoga pose feels like a painting, a poem inside your body, and sometime a poem is better than an explanation.
Before Yoga, my connection to the great mystery was through poetry. Mixed into poetry was art, and its ability to express beyond language. I find myself turning again to poetry, and also thinking about visual expression, dreaming of Sanskrit letters on canvas in a mixed media collaboration of fabric, water color and who know what else. As Emily Dickinson wrote, Tell all the truth but tell it slant—”. In sharing with you this poem I wrote a few months back, I’m trying to convey what I find so powerful about Sanskrit Mantra, and in fact Devanagari itself: the Indian alphabet used to write Sanskrit, Hindi and many other languages. It’s why I include a bit of Sanskrit Mantra in my Restorative Yoga classes, why I’m offering a Mantra workshop, and why I’m leading a trip to India next October.
Building the Bindu
like a vertical water line
streak down my forehead
bright plumbline through space and time
luminous spot of certainty
the double expansion of a vowel unfolding
lifting the sky of my heart
brightening the inner sleeve
of my body.