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VAJRASANA - The Hardy Hose STEP 3
Vajrasana is one of the few Asanas, which is suitable for all most everyone. It is perhaps one of the few Asana which is not difficult and can be adopted by anyone of any age group with little practice and patience.
To start it just kneel on a ground (suitable for performing Yogic exercises as already advised earlier) when your knees, ankles and big toes are touching, while slightly moving your heels outwards and sit between the space of your heels and legs.
If you feel any difficulty in moving your heels outwards and your feet not touching the ground, then sit on high place or (It can be bed also in the beginning) cushioned platform and try to sit in between your heels, while your feet are half hanging. Then gradually bring them fully on the platform after few sessions.
Sit as erect as possible for you and keep your hands on your knees while looking straight. In the beginning sit from one minute to 5 or 10 minutes while keeping your eyes open and breathing slow and deep.
In Praise of Vajrasana
The foundation stone
Of our health and healthy relations
Regular practice of Vajrasana
Serves like a tonic
Not only your spine
But also all your vital organs
On which depends
Our relations and understandings
The love and pleasures of our life and
It helps like giving bones to a boneless creature.
The most significant
Blessings of this wonderful Asana
Is that Vajrasana
Improves your confidence level
It improves your vision and understanding
While making you more tolerant
Filled with love, sympathy
And with the vital energy of life
Make the lives of your partner
And of others
Happy and beautiful.
It removes spinal pains
Even it is beneficial in cases of
Neuralgic headaches, sloth, stiffness.
The most significant
Blessing of this Asana is that
Worry and Cowardice
Fear and hesitation
And even the weakness of organs
It also helps in
Reducing flatulence and improves
The most beautiful gift
And blessings of Vajrasana
Is the gift of Youth
Which bestows on it followers
When they practice it regularly
Vajrasana prolongs Youth
Even it gives its blessings to
One of the few Asanas
Which can be performed
Even by advance Heart patients
Kanpur India 13th July 2013 to continue….
NOTE: The findings are not mine. These details can be verified from the Books
And Yogic Videos and lectures by Swami Ram Deo (In the last 10 years) and from the Book written by
Pandit Shiv Sharma & Kailash Nath Sharma way back in 1973.
URL for Vajrasana to see this pose is given as below:
IMPORTANT NOTE:PLEASE FOLLOW ONLY THE FIRST TWO POSTURES AT THIS STAGE.
Everywhere "Charity" goes he brings his friend along" Sorrow ".
No good deed goes unpunished so it seems;
Between friends and enemies Its hard to tell the difference these days. Whispers make me listen louder.It's funny how you do not pay close attention to monotone until it's lowered into a whisper.
when the whispering starts and the doors close for privacy. You can hear everything clearly you even know what the other person is saying, The pregnant pauses the cadence alone the chuckles the urgency of the private chat.
Ah I know everyone needs sympathy even when they are DEAD wrong. Knowing they cannot afford to lose the persons confidence whom with they whisper with on the phone- Your whispering is the only way for me to know -That you are only sorry about me not being convinced anymore;
It seems as if you are incapable of being able to be sincere or unselfish. You whisper to your friend -You've just come in and
I write loudly on my paper. You hear my Keys tapping you wonder if I am rapping about you. Well yeah I am but if you were a changed character you would have come in looked me in the Eye - However reluctantly -- you would have came here-- back to the home That I shared with you -- looked me in the eye and said I am moving on - or I am sorry and will try and do better. Oh by the way you are living here out of "courtesy" not entitlement...So
After I did not ask you to leave the very first time you drank and fell asleep --almost burned up my family house and then now the second time. Same thing again only this time it was fish frying - instead of the One egg boiling on medium high as you slept.
After you went to sort your self out. I was left with the memories of how you were. Reminded me by the way you ran out without even bothering to clean up the mess you had made before you left. So now that you have "Found Yourself"
are you ready to clean up what you left no not the kitchen ... Me. Or are you still pushing envelopes to edges-- trying to see how much more I can take --before I break.
As you come home you speak on the way into your room no eye contact ;And in the hushes of the tones I listen loudly to your soft whispering on the phone.
Maybe any moment you will come in and tell me how you now "see the light "-- and realize the" error of your ways ". Loudly you cough and clear throat letting the universe and me know your not well. And as I finish writing this --I feel badly and I say " hmmm " to myself " Is this Change or more ingratitude ? Well I pray that I never have to post this because finally you came in and made amends. But that didn't happen.. Now it is to late good-bye Sorrow you have to leave with Charity.
The view enlivened her imagination by remembering how
she escaped her long past history of abuse by being judged
over the years she had nightmares as it was not her fault their
eyes were all over her.
She had been down living at the bottom of the valley due to the
aggressiveness of her surroundings their absence of sympathy
and love dissipated she was being punished for many things she
haven't done, she was always to blame as she had nothing in
common she came from a deep different background that
provoked this jealousy.
Being judged will change her attitude voluntarily her
communicating will grow beyond she will not feel trapped
and will not allow herself to suffer her velocity will willfully
create wrath among those who had judged her.
She was ready to show the whole world her shifting to shipshape
will let them yowl and hear no echo.
She will make them feel that she is far to superior she will dismiss
her liaison with this family she will afford to brag about her
brain its beauty will feel attractive and authentic its serenity
will serve to seek a security that will vanquish whoever poured
their venom over her.
The inner woman she knew which had lived with a past
suddenly became a stranger she changed to become
overwhelmed with happiness with a rich soul.
She has been single and skeptic her decision is made to
overcome her shyness by sending a signal towards a
special individual who might cast his spellbound over
her to carry her as far away towards a spiritual sphere.
Her appetite will become apparent to arouse that
aristocrat who will approve to admire her personality
cruise towards a bright future her sensational life will
begin abruptly ignoring the abuse and welcoming freedom
that will prevail towards her adventurous encounter.
One of the biggest moments of her life is when she would find
someone who still believes in love believes in the same goals
and aspirations then her adoration towards him will exude
beyond a birth in her she will amaze her new companion with
her angelic appearance different allure, she hadn't finished the
sentence when she heard the door creak and closes, it was him
her first love when she was younger in age, yesterday he found
her and asked if she was free that happening for a reason of us
meeting at the right time and the right place will get us
together to create a beautiful home for the near future,
that was his message.
They stayed in love since the creaking of that door
Your glorious emerald eyes
Glisten in the moonlight
Glisten in the moonlight
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved...
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow
We're glistening in the moonlight
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon!
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal
I roam inside of your illuminating maze
Glow on... sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6)
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you...
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?
Alms For The Poor
~~~~~~ The Clever Beggar ~~~~~~
The not so old beggar stood
before me,with outstretched
arms and a sadden stare
He ask me for sixty-five cent
He was working this side of the street
I started to dig up the amount he requested
when he ask me if I could spare even more.
I began to realize that he first
waited to see if I would comply
before putting the rest of the game to me
“I have not had a bite in two days''
The story sounded familiar
as this was his classic line
Not even trying to disguise
the well rehearsed lie.
Once again he
gave me that stare
only this time straight
into my eyes he looked
I smiled and said
“I do not like to get played”
I understand you get a check-
And your mom has to
dole it out to you
because you buy what
you want-and beg for
what you need.
Yeah buddy I got the
411 on you indeed !
see all your sympathy cards
with me have been played-
I even remember when
you buried your dad.
Is your Father sick again -
Did he rise from the dead ?
Since I saw last week-
have your hungry
Get new props-
Your stories are old
His warmed over sadness
still pierces my heart.
I am driving a Ford
So I cannot afford
to help you anymore.
Even if I were to continue
I would have liked
“new” material for
my stories and poems.
I liked the fact that you
were trying to be
But,you were not,Also
you told repeat stories
We could have continued
in this vein, but you
“played me so cheaply”
When instead you could
have enriched me deeply.
See I was writing
a story about
“Beggars With Cash”
Living lavish life style's
with a big money Stash..
A month ago before
I changed my style
I had my helpers
follow you for awhile.
They saw you in your S.U.V-
When you left the YMCA;
You then rolled over to
a boulevard called Chevrolet.
You had on a clean white
shirt - you were
no longer unshaven .
got pictures of you living fine –
yes, of you and your
partners in crime.
do you have to say..?
I am going to write
this story and make
all the money back that
I ever gave you !
Going to call it
“Alms for the Poor”
Just to be sure.
The next time you have a repeat
Customer -Remember them !
Everyone likes a good story.
But when you lie to me
Respect my intellectual dignity;
Give the story depth and quality-
Now tell me who's the fool ?
You are a menace to society..
A needy person will now go without
Because of all the good- people
you have duped.
You were once a clever beggar
So remember this forever.
If you even tell a fool a good lie
It shows him some respect.
A bad lie is like a quick sale
Wholesale vs. Retail.
it's really no bargain
If all you have are flimsy lies
Then spare me the inept DETAILS !
My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by far...
and they feel the same pain when the ax or the sawer fells them;
and they end up in crackling fireplaces for your holidays' glee,
or adorn humble houses and the villas of the wealthy!
But be warned, heartless choppers, flood is your curse...
when the stripped cliffs can hold no rain, and entire towns
are swept away by mountain's slides; is this what you desire?
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
a cry for sympathy to stop this madness, you extol me
with admiration, but fail to see how much beauty you take away from me!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
before all forests are gone and you are scorched by the hottest sun...
you'll run to find a shady refuge, but none will be found!
O noble men, who decreed on my behalf...
where have you gone? Rooselvelt was one of them,
a kindred President, who showed concern and saved most of them;
think of us as humans who love life, but despise death!
I invite you to take a walk among these trees,
still standing and protecting you from harm,
look up and see a wider sky with the sun in full power;
dehydrating small brooks that ones flowed undearneath the cool shade
of my maternal arms, so that you could savor the freshness of their water!
O vile and uncaring men, see how much destruction you have caused
for a fancy, not for an excused deed...a necessity not used prudently!
O protectors of wilderness, come forward and state your concern and wrath!
if you agreed to beautify and protect my landscapes, which lay before you and beyond,
they'd become, once again, the original garden your ancestors so delightfully revered!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
to allow the fowl to glide over them and announce an up-coming storm,
to endow my soldiers with stregth and hold up their shields to fight heroically;
that's what you do when you are attacked by an intrusive tyrant to usurp and destroy,
I am not different from you...and I rely on intuition, not intelligence to halt
the fury of a tempest, or to diminish the howls of a rampaging wind!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
and gladly comply, to benefit from our invariable commitment;
Humankind depends on Nature for its survival, not Nature on Humankind,
to make everything, created by His divine hand, last and glorify His purpose!
Copyright 2009 By Andrew Crisci
a balloon half-filled with helium
hovers five inches or so below the ceiling of the cafeteria
a few feet away from the time clock &
on a table near the balloon,
a sympathy card bearing the signatures of most of the folks
who work at the plant
sits on the table
waiting for her to enter.
when she does enter,
with her head bent down towards the ground,
some of the female employees waiting to punch in
stop their talking
as if they were anticipating a public beheading,
and welcome her back---
when she raises her head,
the bruises, this time,
take up more color than the normal pigment of her face &
the purpling gets worse towards the eyes
where the bleeding beneath the skin was so bad
it is blackened & puffy.
most of the women do not pretend that what has happened in their
did not lead to this point &
they walk up individually to speak in quiet tones directly to her
tip-toeing on eggshells
not wanting all the information
but wanting to be able to express concern &
hoping that the man responsible
is locked up in a cage now
where her can’t get to her---
the collective want in the room for justice
and before the traumatic brain injury landed her in the hospital,
she let him plead his “case,”
as she had so many times before---
this time, the apology was followed with blame
bestowed upon her head with the heavy side of the blender sitting
on the kitchen counter,
just inches away from where they’d been arguing---
as that wasn’t enough,
he followed up the initial blows
with fists &
on it went
until everything went dark.
the frequent apologies,
the buying of flowers,
the casting of money her way after roughing her up a bit &
the making of excuses in the workplace
for what really happened,
can no longer be tolerated---
what has brought her to this place
will not be let go by the people who love her &
fortunately for her,
she has such people to protect her
from what now,
is all too obvious &
the big changes in her life that need to come,
can no longer be put on hold
for the make-believe paradise
when he would have finally exercised all his demons &
appreciated her for who she was.
had she been better off financially,
she would have been able to stay home &
let the damage heal---
would things have turned out different if that had been the case?
would she be alive to return to work at all.
Every right a wrong, every feeling a song. Every day a night, every smile a frown, every up
and every down. Every thought an action. Every life a death. Every truth a lie. Every who
and why? Every laugh a cry. Every person a soul. Every possitive a neggative. Every vision a
sound. Talking when no one's around, speaking without a sound. Living without advice,
trusting yourself with your life. Struggling to be me, wanting them to see. Telling myself it
will be okay, knowing there is a way. Walking without a vision, seeing without sight, hearing
without sound. Being alone, when everyone's around.
Fighting so hard to move on, wanting, needing, everything to go away. Wanting the way
things were to stay. Stuck in the past, when my soul belongs in the present. The mind that
continues to wonder, the soul that will never know. The reason that we live, the people we
forgive. The life that we once lived, the heart we once gived. The thought of every day, the
hope that everything will be okay. The hiking trail without a map, the thoughts without a
gap. The love that's never gone, the hope to move on. The heart that loves too much, the
person that's empty too the touch.
Making plans of a better life, not taking actions to put them in play. Every person and the
power of what they say. Believing in God, knowing that he is the way. Going too slow, going
too fast. Staying at a place you know won't last. Empty with no soul, knowledge but no one
knows. Always going, but never gone.
Trying not to fight with all the aggression, trying not to cry from all the deppression.
Wanting to learn without a teacher, learning without a lesson. Asking without a question.
The past that won't go away, history is yesterday, the future is tomorrow. Alot of sympathy,
not enough caring. Alot of taking, not enough sharing. Alot of seeing, but no looking. Hearing
and knowing what you heard. Choices that brought you where your at. Always running in
place, staying in the same race. Holding on to the self conrol,holding on where there's no
where to go. Yelling without a voice, choosing without a choice. At the beggining but can
see the end. So much to do not enough time, too much beat, not enough rhyme. Too many
words not enough pages. So much talent, not enough stages. Too many minutes, not
enough hours. So much growing,but no knowing. Having to chase what your after, trying to
smile without laughter. Finding yourself without losing everyone else.
Flies, drawn to their only sustenance, cloud around my head.
In this cloudless desert sky - blank, deep-arching cavern of thought -
Unblinking sun stares down but this fire-bird will not fly,
Has no hope of rain or shade to hide or die.
Searing sand burns my toes, grills my heels, wind blows in flies, in eyes.
Lips crack to blisters - they parch. Meant to be moist, they roast
My fever, worsening and wakening a hell of hallucinations.
I am again sweating in the kitchen in McDonalds in Phoenix,
An unblinking boss staring without sympathy
At the boiling water and grilled meat :
When I burnt an arm on the deep fat frier, my skin stuck to metal pan.
These shoes’ rubber soles melt and stick to rocks as I teeter
And lose balance, my tee shirt hot to the skin,
While I hallucinate and start to lose the struggle with
These endless wavescapes poured out with boiling hot sand.
My feverish scalp faces the unblinking Doctor Mengele’s scalpels
Which further probe the agony of helplessness :
Even scarabs have long abandoned this place
Which arabs once knew, but now never visit : the wilderness,
A place of uncertain mirages, illusions
With horizontal slices of land and sky, sand and fly,
All scalpel-dissected by the furious heat of the desert furnace
Watch the children of Hiroshima as it bursts asunder Gomorrah-like
Till only a parchment picture remains of the desolation,
The deep cavern, of hopeless, limitless, heat without any abyss-end.
Stare at the fireball with the last sight of evaporating eyes.
Jump into canal without sonde, blindly boiling bodies in its dead water .
Send me water! It floats drinkingly before Tantalus’s fly-swarmed eyes,
Scanning the dry ocean’s endless waves of dessication,
Around the ruins of some Moorish fortress half-buried in sand,
And the ruins of Hiroshima’s incinerated desolation, where
The only things standing, rising phoenix-like after the fireball ,
are the Golden Arches of Auschwitz.
Tantalus - a mythical figure condemned to be surrounded by water but not able to drink.
Dr. Mengele - an infamous doctor in Auschwitz who experimented on people.
The Moors, - the original people inhabiting Morocco, abandoned many buildings in the Sahara desert.
Hiroshima - the target of the world’s first nuclear attack.
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Written by Sydney Peck 25 July 2012
Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest HEAT