Full Moon sychronicity

My dear friends, I would like to share with you a bit of synchronous joy that I encountered the other evening just preceding the full moon. Rather spontaneously, I developed one of those bed-time hankerings for Rumi. I think that sometimes reading a few poems can be as riveting and satiating as reading an entire book. The first poem that I opened up to was titled

"Quietness"

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You are covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you have died.

Your old life was frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

-(translated by Coleman Barks).

The surest sign to me that the yoga is working is when that moon can be felt illuminating the sparkling inner walls of an opened, released, and soft-palated cranium hovering there in the spacious inner sanctum of "akash" or the "space that dwells" in the pallet during khechari mudra. It is as if the moon were a dangling droplet of nectar that condensed there as a result of pure, beautiful release. Finding this poem just reminded me of the odd, joyous brilliance that makes up the binding weave of our existence. Full moon inside and out.

New Class Time!

I am thrilled to announce that I am teaching a new alignment-based vinyasa class at the Bay Club every Sunday at 9am.