“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need”
~ Tao Te Ching
Somewhere between simple and complex
lies the meandering path
leading to the epicenter
of every sentient being’s core.
Journeys as old as time
peaceful rivers flowing into eternity.
A morning bell pierces
the slumbering silence
of kindred spirits
from places far away.
Practice, practice, practice,
letting go, letting go, letting go,
holding on, holding on, holding on,
to the notion of letting go.
Letting go of doubts and fears,
vanquishing voices who whisper…
“not good enough, not strong enough”,
revealing potency that has always been there.
Relinquishing desires that dwell in our darkness,
cleansing body, mind and spirit;
nourishing a hungry soul,
embracing the vastness of empty awareness.
Wang, shang, ksang, sang, Wang shang, ksang, sang
becomes the galloping train
disappearing into that dark tunnel,
destination the light within.
Nocturnal messengers call my name
and so indelibly dapple my dreams,
shedding skins that fit no longer
while seeking clarity in the mists of Pokhara.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2004
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I just spent 5 weeks in Nepal, most of that at a yoga teacher training retreat in Pokhara, an 8 hour mountain bus ride (not for the faint of heart) west of Kathmandu. White knuckles at times but scenery that made it well worth it.
Many hours of yoga on a terrace surrounded by the Annapurna range with 8000 meter peaks of the Himalaya. An introspective exploration through the lens of self scrutiny makes for life altering, mind-body shifting awareness that only this kind of experience can deliver. Physically demanding, spiritually challenging and a peeling back emotionally, leaves one rather naked like an open book.
“Wang, shang, ksang, sang, Wang shang, ksang, sang” these are words from a Chakra meditation and would be chanted repeatedly so fast that it totally sounded like a runaway train. Perhaps “you had to be there” to really get the gist; suffice it to say it works. This has been an amazing journey of shifts that have enriched and altered my life in many ways, the mists of Pokhara.
Written January 3rd, 2005