by Neal | Dec 22, 2021 | Poetry, Yoga Off The Mat
I am not talking about some distant dream or fantasy.
This is more intimate, close in.
You can feel it, sense its nearness. Hear it,
Waiting in the wings for you,
Ready to be beckoned on to your stage.
This unlived part of you,
A vital, known, missing piece of your life
Is reaching out to be welcomed.
by Neal | Oct 9, 2019 | Poetry
This poem speaks to the unknown pathways which at times in my life I must take. Anxiety often arises as I face the hidden journeys ahead – sometimes when I step into a teaching space, in my relationships, parenting, and also in my life as I come to certain...
by Neal | Dec 26, 2018 | Poetry
It’s strange the way a poem arrives – I can never know when the writing muse will come, and then I need to remember or be awake enough to write some ideas down. On Christmas night this year I woke around 3am, some words started arriving, something about...
by Neal | Apr 2, 2018 | Poetry
Awakening into warmth and quiet stillness
I wander through the soft dawn
Then rest within our loving presence
by Neal | Jul 29, 2016 | General, Meditation, Poetry, Yoga Off The Mat
Last month I attended a wonderful seven day iRest Yoga Nidra retreat in Melbourne with Anne Douglas and Fuyuko Toyota. They are such wonderful teachers indeed – a beautiful experience. About half way through there was rich discussion on being vulnerable …
by Neal | Nov 24, 2014 | Poetry, Yoga Off The Mat
This morning a poem arrived …
In my childhood somebody suggested,
“Just be yourself.”
What a wonderful notion!
But what did it mean?
by Neal | Aug 27, 2014 | Poetry
This wonderful poem by Anne Powell was recently shown to me by a lovely Yoga student. Feels good to share it. Enjoy! I breathe inI am landI breath outI am listening I breathe inI am riverI breath outI am flowing I breathe inI am kauriI breath outI am strong I breathe...
by Neal | Dec 6, 2012 | Poetry, Yoga, Yoga Off The Mat
Each morning, awakening fresh and vibrant
And the night, not a collapse in a heap, exhausted,
but a presence to the wonderful art of resting.
Liquid pouring onto the earth,
Meeting the end with a breathing, beating heart,
And be held with great love
And turn and wonder, “My beloved, how does kindness move here?
by Neal | Oct 16, 2012 | General, Poetry
Over the last few months I have very much been enjoying the writings and poetry of John O’Donohue. A writer of unique power to me (and many others), John captured a great sense of wonder of the natural world and a deep wisdom and kindness born from a life of...
by Neal | Oct 11, 2012 | Poetry
Have patience with everything unresolved in your heartand try to love the questions themselves …Don’t search for the answers,which could not be given to you now,because you would not be able to live them.And the point is, to live everything.Live the questions...
by Neal | Oct 11, 2012 | Poetry
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,And out you stepped onto new ground,Your eyes young again with energy and dream,A path of plenitude opening before you. Though your destination is not yet clearYou can trust the promise of this opening;Unfurl yourself into...
by Neal | Oct 11, 2012 | Poetry
”…Close your eyes.Gather all the kindlingAbout your heartTo create one spark.That is all you needTo nourish the flame…A new confidence will come aliveTo urge you toward higher ground….”
