I lay on my back listening to the words spoken so thoughtfully and gently, breathing them in. The calm, soothing mantra, the warm, serene atmosphere, and the blissfulfull feeling washing over the whole of my body: the moment itself was just... poetic. Savasana is quickly becoming my favourite yoga pose. I used to enjoy it because it was so relaxing and soothing after a yoga session, but recently is has taken on more meaning to me. In addition to the wonderful feeling of peace that it brings, I start to feel a deeper connection to something truly spectacular and wonderous. Like reconnecting with an old friend who I knew long ago, but have forgotten, or remembering a dream that had washed away from conscious memory. That same seemingly fleeting connection that seems to pop up at times throughout my life that I try to cling to as it quickly fades away beckoning me to follow on a path that I can't seem to find the entrance to. I am always left trying to recapture that moment and fill that space that it left empty after it is gone. I become a consumer. Lost, trying desperately to fill that void. Frantically moving from one thing to the next, always with a promise of fulfillment, always with the same result. I let my time be consumed with mundane tasks that take away from me. They burden me and diminish me. It seems that there is always so much to do, with no time to actually be. I suppose it is fitting that words would help start to fill that void. Words that cost absolutely nothing, but help lead to everything. The words on their own were beautiful, but it was the voice and delivery that truly brought them to life. Bhavisha has such a calming and soothing tone and an inner beauty that can be seen from a distance. It was actually Bhavisha's imagery, tone, and energy that turned yoga into more than just a curious experiment for me initially and I am grateful for that.
Perhaps learning to let go will prove to be a great challenge for me, but one I believe will be greatly rewarding. I am often reminded of the beautiful Darren Aronofsky film "The Fountain" when I feel the hustle and bustle of the world weighing down. When we exhaust ourselves in an effort to delay the inevitable, or to fill ourselves with empty pursuits we destroy the very thing that we are trying to protect. We squander our precious existence, when we should be filling ourselves with its amazing gifts.