Yoga with Mirella Nicholson

Yoga with Mirella Nicholson

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The fish knows

The fish knows
He understands
what it feels like to be me
The fish knows that without 
water he cannot be
The fish knows what it feels like
to be out of his element and gasping for air

I know
The fish is just like me
I know what it feels like to be out of my element 
and gasping for air
I know that without sadhana I cannot be

I and the fish are one and the same
we must be insane
thinking we'll survive out our element and
gasping for air

Now back to your bowl little fish
enough of this struggling to breath
The water is waiting to welcome you home 

I too must return to my sadhana
where the Divine Mother is waiting to welcome
me home 



Sunday, September 21, 2014

The tree said...Let Go!

When summer comes to an end, do the trees struggle to release their leaves?  
When night comes, does the sun struggle against the darkness? 
Do the flowers, at the end of their time, struggle to hold on to their petals? 

At the end of the winter, does the ice resist melting into the soil? 
Does a seed hold tight and fight against the cracking open? 

The answers can be heard in the whispers of the wind through the tress. 

The tress do not struggle against the changing of the seasons.  At the end, the leaves 
are gracefully, effortless released from the tress.  The wise old tree knows that in order
for the new leaves to grow it must first release the old. 

 The moon doesn't fight the ever changing phases. The wise old moon knows that in order 
for it to be full again, it must first surrender to the darkness. 

The sun doesn't struggle against the darkness.  The wise old sun knows that in order to fully
appreciate the light we must first experience the darkness. 

Does the seed know that the trauma of cracking open is necessary in order to bloom into 
something beautiful?  Who can know for sure... Yet, still it surrenders it's form willingly. 
And in the surrender, beauty is born.

Does the little caterpillar know that in order to fly it must first die?  Who can know for sure...
Yet, still it surrenders it's form willingly.  And in the surrender it discovers it's wings to fly.

Do you know what beauty you were meant to bloom forth?  Who can know for sure.... 
Are you listening to the whispers in the wind?  Can you hear the message from the wise old tree.

It is in the darkness and surrender that beauty grows.  We must release what has come to it's 
natural end so that we can move gracefully into the next season of our life with the same gracefulness
as the leaves in the fall.