My yoga teacher shared this poem this morning during shavasana—final relaxation. Right on the heels of the Song of Solomon, which I was unaccountably compelled to revisit immediately upon awaking – and that after my venture into Jeanne de Salszmann last night. Somewhere, in the inner universe I know as “Me,” threads and ribbons are intertwining, braiding together…. Derek is right: logging the voyage can make the way ahead clearer. The Hermit’s lantern, lighting past and present steps, inevitably casts a precious few rays on the one to come.
The Necessity of Darkness
The next time you are feeling spiritually dark, remember that our hearts started beating in the womb, seeds germinate in the darkness of the earth, and the earth rests in the darkness of winter so that spring can return. We all need fallow time – darkness is a gift – it’s a great open space in which anything can happen. Surrender to it and the light will return.
Anonymous (shared by Jamie Robinson, yoga teacher)
“Upon my bed by night / I sought him whom my soul loves; / I sought him, but found him not; /I called him, but he gave no answer. / ‘I will rise now and go about the city, / in the streets and in the squares; / I will seek him whom my soul loves.’ / I sought him, but found him not.”
Song of Solomon 3:1-2
There are two movements in me: a movement of energy from above which, if I am free enough to listen to it, penetrates and acts through me; and another movement, dispersed and without order, which animates my body, my thought and my feeling. The two are very different, and I cannot bring them into accord.
Jeanne de Salzmann, The Reality of Being (p. 203)