The Yoga Sutras By Patanjali

4 chapters.
196 sutras.

CHAPTER 2- 8 Ashtanga Limps

Yamas- Restraints
Ahimsa (non harming), Satya (truthfulness), Asteya (Non-stealing), Bramacharya (contenance), Aparigraha (greedlessness)

Niyamas- Observances
Saucha (purity), santosa (contentment), tapas (self-discipline), svadhyana (self-study), Isvara-pranidana (surrendering)

Asanas- Postures

Pranayama - Breath control

Pratyahara - Sense withdrawal

Dharana- Contentment

Dhyana- Meditation

Saumadi- Super-consciousness

Detached

"To deliberately believe in lies while KNOWING they're false."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4dMj1w2sAo

Out in the Night

Theres a safety in the night
a sweet disguise
darkness excuses the flaws
the moon is far less judgmental
then his ever shinning rival for the stage
we call sky

I am more present in the night
i don't have to be ON for anyone
I can use sleepiness as a perfect excuse
to escape

My best thoughts are at night
there are more kisses
more moans
i'm convinced its when trees actually grow

Its been months since i've written a poem
and out this one writes
out in the night.

From the Cafe

                                                                   From the Cafe 

Stir Brewed House Coffee-
Simple and neat.
1 pound to be ground, 4 to fill a bucket.

Espresso-

Americano-

Latte- Espresso + Steamed Milk

Cappuccino- 1/3 espresso, 1/3 "steamed" milk, and 1/3 "frothed" milk

Cafe Au Lait- 50 % coffee, 50% steamed milk

Macchiato/ Cortado- a single or double-shot of espresso combined with between 1 and 16 ounces (30 - 470ml) of hot water.

Mocha-

Valrhona Hot Chocolate-

Chai Latte-

Steamed Ginger Green Tea w/ Honey and Lemon-

Serendipitea Organic Hot Teas-

Cold Brewed Iced Coffee-

Iced Americano-

Iced Lattee-

Iced Cappuccino-

Iced Mocha-

Iced Chai Lattee-

Extra double shot- $1

Lemonade-

Bottled drinks-

Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong

Ocean, don’t be afraid.The end of the road is so far aheadit is already behind us.Don’t worry. Your father is only your fatheruntil one of you forgets. Like how the spinewon’t remember its wingsno matter how many times our kneeskiss the pavement. Ocean,are you listening? The most beautiful partof your body is whereveryour mother’s shadow falls.Here’s the house with childhoodwhittled down to a single red tripwire.Don’t worry. Just call it horizon& you’ll never reach it.Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s nota lifeboat. Here’s the manwhose arms are wide enough to gatheryour leaving. & here the moment,just after the lights go out, when you can still seethe faint torch between his legs.How you use it again & againto find your own hands.You asked for a second chance& are given a mouth to empty into.Don’t be afraid, the gunfireis only the sound of peopletrying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,get up. The most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. & remember,loneliness is still time spentwith the world. Here’sthe room with everyone in it.Your dead friends passingthrough you like windthrough a wind chime. Here’s a deskwith the gimp leg & a brickto make it last. Yes, here’s a roomso warm & blood-close,I swear, you will wake—& mistake these wallsfor skin.

Yoga To The People

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, my mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes, without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I had this dream last night

That my parents moved out
leaving me alone
to live together
in a commune

In my dream
I loved the community of the commune
Everyone worked together
learned together
played together

In my dream
they wanted to know what I could contribute
to the community
the first thing I said was
KNITTING!

In this dream, my parents slept together in a twin size bed
bodies intertwined
hugging each other for dear life

I can feel so lonely
so incompetent
and insecure
over thinking if I truly belong
anywhere.

What is a dream
but a fantasy
what is a fantasy
but a dream

What does yoga truly mean to me?
How do I apply it to my life?