Poem


Each morning I wake up and wonder
Here in Bucharest something ancient rolls like thunder…

Shakti dancing in our spines, 

Shiva smiling as breath refines

Heat rising, trembling light,
Day dissolving into night

Inhale the current starts to rise
Exhale the watcher never dies

Shakti moves
Shiva sees
Breath becomes the meeting breeze

Spine like a river flowing high,
Awareness vast as endless sky

No effort no claim
Just presence playing the cosmic game

We practice, we sweat, we tremble, we laugh,

Moving together on an unseen path

We do not try to reach the sky

We do not ask the question why
We soften into sacred time

We breathe
 we move
 we melt…
Aaah sweet shavasana, long awaited, deeply felt

There is sweetness in learning side by side,

like honey in Sat Dharam’s matcha,
 warmth spreading wide…
And her counting that lovingly stretches even
the last fifteen seconds we hold in time

There is joy in speaking clear and true,

in dropping the words that make us feel small or blue

No “try”
 No “just”

No shrinking into borrowed dust

Presence
 flow

Letting what is simply show…

And now JBL means something else as well—

Not a speaker with sound to sell
But a ritual we know too well
Jap before lunch

Because why delay the light of the day?

Why wait for bliss after dessert’s sweet kiss?

…and perhaps a samskara knows this—
some souls return for sweets and bliss


SAT NAM