A few days ago
while in a Yoga pose,
a vision surfaced
My dog was going to make a new journey
He knew I was going to be ok,
so he could pass to another realm
because I am happy again after many years
on a path of healing and yoga
my sweet boy
passed away peacefully in my arms.
It is the saddest day
strong waves of tears
withdraws of touch
shock
images: playful and disturbing.
Loneliness, alone.
Opening the front door excited to see him,
then remembering he is gone.
Getting used to my environment without him.
Missing his smell.
How I loved the smell of his paws.
WHERE is HE?
My eyes dart along the sky and trees
because I do not know where he is
and may never know.
I guess that's why people say
they are sorry "you lost them."
Mystery.
Ravi Ravindra's voice echos
"take comfort in the mystery"
Yoga, I have to teach tomorrow.
Today is a mess
How do I pull it together?
Hold onto the "Yoga Life Raft"
Words of Donna Farhi
Viloma I
Svadyaya-study the scriptures
Asana practice tomorrow
Unconditional love
Dedication
Togetherness
These are not lost because my loved one has passed
These are present in Yoga practice.
I know we can't be alone in this world
What is it that makes us not alone?
The Breath & Beat; the Air & Heart Dance.
We are never truly alone
The breath is within us
pulsing in rhythm with the heart,
a moving life force,
a cosmic mystery
