The Prettiest Mule
Sometimes a mule does not know
What is best for itself.
When the mind is confused like that
It secretly desires a master
With a skilled whip
To guide it to those playgrounds
On the earth’s table
Where the Sweet One’s light has
Made life more tasty.
Hafiz always carries such a whip
But I rarely need to use it.
I prefer just turning myself into
The prettiest mule
And making my tail sing
knowing your heart will then
A big Yo from Whistler B.C…. Feeling crazy with the blessings of the universe right now and truly deeply madly in love with the mountains and the snow and boundless amounts of energy my current kula is filled with. How about you all? Look at the poem I’ve just gifted you, a poem I received from my late 14th century husband Hafiz. Nothing like the silly imagination he had to inspire one to think of themselves as a pretty mule. How about it folks?
I didn’t realize how tired I had become from getting tons of emails and phone calls regarding all the poop in the yoga yard. It was definitely time to get out of the mud and forget all the BS. A little fresh air and sunshine is like a wee little slap in the face reminding me how negativity kills the spirit.
Whew am I thankful that I have done enough yoga and enough breathing and visiting my lovely inner world that no journalist’s opinion of yoga or yoga ‘celebrity’s fall from grace’ (insert are you friggin’ kidding me here) could impact the way I feel when stepping on the mat or when I have the great honor of teaching our fantastic yoga to our exuberant community of spirit junkies.
Here is my mantra for the week:
Fall in love with the boon of your wild life… look inside… listen to your own heart…speak kindly rather than criticize everything you see and start living the life you desire. Hopefully then your tail will start to sing and then maybe you’ll be one of the lucky ones who will have a trail of hearts following you. Imagine the company you would keep then, a bunch of pretty mules wagging tails and playing together on the earth’s table where life is definitely more tasty. No more nay saying, no more ridicule, no more blaming, forget your whips I’d rather be brushed by your singing tail any day of the week.
Off to wag my tail on the slopes (Taylor I think you know what I mean) and hopefully a bunch of big hearted mules will follow me down or carry me down should I fall…