Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, May 4, 2012

So what had happened was...

So, after my post yesterday about potentially quitting my 60 day challenge, I really got to thinking about it. I had already decided to go for a run in the afternoon.  It was a beautiful day, pollen not seeming so bad, and the run went great! It was as if no time had passed at all since I last ran. I felt so strong and happy as I finished and at that moment I decided that I was not going to go to yoga class.  I didn't want to.  I wanted to continue feeling great, ride out the post run high.  So, I went home.  No day 41.  Challenge aborted at day 40.

I am 100% OK with this though.  I made it 40 days.  I'm not quitting yoga all together, just quitting going everyday.  Just changing it up a bit.  In fact, I'm going to Bikram class today and I am happy about it.

I'm realizing that too much of anything is not good. A lesson I've learned time and time again in other facets of life but to which I continue to return. A popular Buddhist principle, the middle path, perfectly illustrates this idea: everything in moderation.  When I run too much, I am full of disdain for running and long for time to do copious amounts of yoga.  When I do copious amounts of yoga, I miss running and fantasize about skipping out on yoga class.  The answer is to follow the middle path.  Do both, in moderation. Enjoy both. 

Tune us the Sitar neither high nor low,
And we will dance away the hearts of men.
But the string too tight breaks, and the music dies.
The string too slack has no sound, and the music dies.
There is a middle way.
Tune us the Sitar neither low nor high.
And we will dance away the hearts of men.”
— An ancient song that inspired The Buddha

 However, there is something to be learned from doing anything to an extreme.  You learn things about yourself and how you handle challenges.  And, of course, you eventually learn the lesson of moderation. For doing anything to an extreme will unequivocally lead to this realization.

Lesson learned, universe.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The day I learned contentment



The day I learned what contentment is I thought about it and it was gone.
The day I learned what contentment is I felt it glisten,
I thought
and it was gone.
A warmth in my heart slowly imbuing throughout my body...
This feels amazing!
How did it happen?
How do I make it stay?
Will I feel it again?
Hold.
On.
To.
It.

Thoughts.

And then it was gone.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Vomit Hand: A true poem about what happened to me today


Vomit on my hand, vomit on my hand
We were supposed to be testing, but I got vomit on my hand

Many math problems is what she was to do, but a grumble in her tummy caused her to
SPEW
pink chunks of pancake on a stick, government sausage sadly on the library floor.
My poor, poor student, unable to test anymore

Grossed out as I was, I tried to be kind
But evil infecting germs were dancing through my mind

As the test fell to the floor, I heard her stomach roar as more barf began to pour
onto my hand
and my poor, poor student ran towards the door.

Drip.
Gross.

I ran to the bathroom to scrub as fast as I could
leaving my other students standing where they stood
their shrieks and cries echoed through the halls
their moans and groans bouncing off the walls
were no match for the vomit on my hand

Vomit on my hand, vomit on my hand
I hope I don't get sick from the vomit on my hand