Tuesday, November 23, 2010

One More Came to Visit

A spark lit your heart and turned your world red
Heated from within, everything was felt and unsaid

And you led with your presence
You inspired with your light
Dissolving conflict with elegance
You saw with clear sight

And then came to visit a smudge on your glow
A sticky substance oozed in and you had to let everyone know
That you had stood there
That you had been the one
To do this and do that
Since time had begun

And people praised you--an automatic response
They lauded and cooed and the smudge swelled at once

And now you live to make the smudge grow
When you could bask in the infinity of your natural flow

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Kirtan @ Bhakti Yoga Shala

Last night I sang at Bhakti Yoga Shala with my friend, and co-band member from Treysha, Allison. She was leading a last minute kirtan last night and called me and Sita for support. I was more than happy to assist.

My parents came and chanted their hearts out, which made the event even more special. It was their very first experience with live sacred chant.

My dad told me this afternoon that he felt very clear from "here to here" (pointing to the track from his navel to his heart). My mom said it really helped her back ache.

Kirtan is so healing. How blessed I am to be chanting so much these days.

I wanted to share two videos from the night...


This was the second mantra we did. You may recognize it from this complete song: click here.




And a recap of the whole night...


Friday, November 19, 2010

After the Amrit Vela

Here's a little video I made of Treysha's Thursday Sadhana. We got a little loopy afterwards...

I love vlogging. Sat Naam!


Blessings,
Sirgun

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Rest Kriya

After White Tantric Yoga last weekend, where we had a full 62 + 31 = 93 minutes of lying on our back, it occurred to me that this might be a nice daily kriya to enjoy.

See, after Sadhana (3:45am - 6:00am) I usually feel a little tired. And if I don't, it is sure to catch up with me during the day. I've tried not napping and napping, and neither feel particularly good.

So, resting...

I'm actually liking the effects of doing SAVASANA for 45-60 minutes after Sadhana.

Here are the rules:
1. I have to lie on my back
2. I can't get under the covers in my bed, but I can use a blanket on top
3. I listen to soothing music for the allotted time, and wake up to "Song of the Khalsa." (It brings back memories of resting in the Gurdwara in EspaƱola for Teacher Training).

So far so good.

I can feel my body repairing as I rest, but I don't get groggy or disoriented from "sleeping."

I like this kriya a lot!

Sat Naam,
Sirgun

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I Don't Know

I think the meaning of this Pauri is:

We have no power independent of the ONE. Only in awakening to the vital pulse that beats through us, as us, in everyone indiscriminately (should we choose to recognize it), do we have power.

The last line is translated as: "Oh, Nanak, no one is high or low."


Our inner-knowing connects us to the source of our true power. That Source is the same for everyone. "No one is high or low."

A toast to your power,
Sirgun


Friday, November 12, 2010

Bless This

Bless you
Bless me
Bless thou
Bless thee

Everything is always blessed.

I was thinking about blessings today. What can someone give to another being who is already whole? And the answer was: awareness of that truth.

The blessing is in the remembering.

Most people forget at a very small age that they are spiritual beings in an earthly incarnation. A few of us who practice yoga get to remember this once in a while. And, to the best of our ability, we strive to remember it with every breath.

Not always so easy.

So, a blessing is a reminder. It is a conscious moment of remembering who we are.

We are Divine by birth, human by habit.

Blessings,
Sirgun


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Conduct Your Sound

Sound is a scape of wonder
A divine sonic play
by which the unseen source of all there is
reminds us all each day...

That we are imperfect vessels
Perfectly able to contain
sounds beyond the realm of thought
sensations without a name

We can hold these rhythms,
Small as raindrops, vast as space
We are imperfect beings
Perfectly capable of such grace

Not just formed by this cosmic swirl,
Not just a testament to its power,
We are the centerpoise around which it can unfurl
In every minute of every hour

We are at peace when we realize our part,
And begin to conduct the orchestra of our own heart.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Stop the World, I Want to Get Sick


Because my band, Treysha, has been performing for Sadhana quite frequently over the fast 2 weeks, I've been forced to attend 4am yoga pracrtice more than I would normally.

Emotional release from meditation + Not very much sleep = I got sick.


But even when I couldn't sing, I still had to show up to sing with them. I knew they would cover up my scratchy melodies, so it wasn't a big deal. And I played harmonium.

What I didn't expect was that this could actually be good for me. My body is repairing incredibly quickly!

Moreover, I realized that continuing my practice NO MATTER WHAT is really important. I can't use illness as an escape route. No more vacations.

See you in the Amrit Vela,
Sirgun

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