It’s light. It’s there. It’s alive. It’s aware.
You press the buttons, you make it nice. We just give instructions,
and give the time to listen.
We all do this practice to reveal more clarity;
in every detail of our physiology,
t r a n s p a r e n c y
is called for.
Calling the Light Magic Hour
Be awake, be clear. Notice each time you lose your awareness and start thinking…
This is the energy we’re seeking, that feeling, post-practice, when the birds seem to
be singing more melodically,
and my heart softens to pulsate the truth in me, so softly.
A flipped wrist, a bent knee, a soft word, praying for ease
A held pose, a fresh laugh, a kind smile, hug me please
and let me take in this light again, and now again,
let me remember this sunshine, these tastes, these friends.
This is life. This is light. This is on. This is right.
This is showing me that I can go back to the default world
and bring our radiance to the darkest night.
Calling the light of awareness
addressing the humble apprentice
opening the mind to the quietness
sitting gratefully in my heart to the Source of this
h o l i n e s s
that which I can see, that which is unseen,
that which I’m becoming and of course,
that which I’m being.