Monday, October 23, 2006

I taught myself to live simply and wisely
to look at the sky and pray to God
and to wander long before evening
to tire my useless sadness.

When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I write down happy verses
about life's decay, decay and beauty.

I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly,
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.

Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.

Anna Achmatova (1889-1966)
translated from Russian by Richard McKane

This poem is dated 1912. But it is still young and fresh and universal. Anna Achmatova is one of my most beloved poets and i have translations in several languages. Wish i could understand Russian...
She is an outstanding poet and an outstanding woman as well.
If you have the chance to read her or about her life, do not hesitate, she is wonderful.

Have a nice Monday!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

you stare, i stare

Your gifts

countless are Your gifts...

is that all there is?

oak wood

just wait and see...

le plat pays qui est le mien

Beautiful song and lyrics by Jacques Brel.


Kundalina yoga is a milestone for me.
And look it was standing outside the door of the old village school where we have our yoga classes.

Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo...

yoga teacher

So, this is her. I embarrassed her terribly with my last post, but she is wonderful.
She gave me a good advice, whenever i can not join a kriya, i have to visualise it.
That is more my cup of chai....

Monday, October 02, 2006


My yoga teacher is a wonderful person. Because she is a good yoga teacher, that's for sure. Because she is a good guide on this yoga path.
And she is a pleasure for the eye. She is young and radiant and most of all, oh my God, she is flexible. She is beautiful, like a Venus coming out the waves. But one that can bent in every direction instead of staring out of the water.

I have the beauty and suppleness of the Venus of Willendorf ( :-) no links, no images, thank you). So you can imagine how i cope on yogaclass. Half of the kryia's i am not able to do... yes same old story, rheuma, carpal tunnel, little recovering finger etc...
But i feel quite happy anyhow. I do what i can and when i am at the end of my rope, i enjoy watching my teacher.
Or i meditate..
I am good in meditating, it fills my heart to listen to gurbani and it sooths me like i am in the safest arms of the world.