Humee hum tumee toom wahe guru
I am thine in mine myself wahe guru
Teaching this meditation in a Kundalini Yoga class last week, as part of an introspective yearend set, I too was stricken by how my yoga practice has connected me to my own infinity.
Because the practice of yoga is less about asana and more about what transpires outside the mat, how you show up for the practice is a reflection of how you show up for life.
Are you moving through breathlessly and relentlessly? Are you taking a few moments to pause before transiting into the next exercise?
My practice – and life – changed the moment I took more than a pause between asanas.
Taking time to consciously breathe through each nostril, to feel my entire torso filling up with breath, the breath that sustains us, is almost cathartic.
Most significantly, Pranayama, one of the Eight Limbs of Yoga, has shown me the virtues of breathing space into everything.
Breathing when I am chewing my food. Breathing when I am walking to catch a bus. Breathing when my heart aches.
It’s as if breathing through every core of my being has allowed me to viscerally and gently embrace all the unknowns and what-ifs that are unfolding before me.
The insecurity that comes with anticipating the disasters ahead dissolves when there’s space to step back, and you know, breathe cool breaths into a raging storm that always threatens to tear me up.
The moment I realized the sense of vastness in me mirrors the infinity offered by the universe, doors crack open. I receive people, places and little bounties that serve my highest good.
I have trusted the stream of consciousness offered by my breath will steadily and gracefully guide my every step.
This breath nourishes me as it fills my heart with a deep sense of gratitude.
It is with gratitude – and lungs and belly full of breaths – I am starting 2018, knowing the gift of breath will open me to the vast oceans in and outside of me.
Truly, everything is inside of me.
I am thine in mine myself.