Friends had told me many things about a YTTC (Yoga Teacher Training Course), 200,300,500 hours under the supervision of some real yogis, following a strict regime of Yoga, Pranayama, Shatkarma, Meditation, Ayurveda, anatomy and philosophy. These are the general subjects one will study upon entering the course, specific course’s will include something extra like massage … Continue reading Yoga In Rishikesh. My|YTTC
The past is the past, if anything is more reassured from my time spent in India its that we must all try to be free within the present, I lost my last piece of writing and I find it hard to go over every detail again and put down into words, so I’m just going … Continue reading India IsOver/ThePastIsThePast.
HeWonderedHeWanders. 13|05|18 Is there pleasure in roaming life as the nomad? What is it like? How is it one can support his travels for so long? How does one can keep moving without security or a career? One just does, where there is a will to leave behind everything one once knew there is a … Continue reading Wandered.
Lake Side. 08|05|18 I let go of another feather, into the winds as if the birds take flight again, as it drifts out into the distance, I let go of the tensions, I’ve created in my mistakes that have taken place due to my incompetence, the stubbornness is a stressful mess, I am trying to … Continue reading LakeSide.
Progress. 02|05|18 Here I am, I can hear the sound of my brain rattling, from days trapped in a space with no captain, just a bunch on monkeys running ramped, through the days we remain here under capture, from the way to make a change, under the reign of tragic habits that we possess from … Continue reading Progress.
Begin 23|12|17. As my hairs growing so is my overall understanding, 27 hidden around the world out on a tangent, 21 left home and never looked back, what i left was no longer part of that present so i spent all that time learning to forget it, didn’t see the need to be held back … Continue reading BeginBeggingBeginning.
A little something River Bigby and myself knocked together over an afternoon in Rishikesh. (AudioInside). OriginalPoemBelow. YouAsked. 1|04|2018 What is it that I wrap, some presents straight from Santa’s sack, an art attack, a conscious crack and some extensive vocab, knows no limits, I don’t joke around, say what what must be said and by … Continue reading WhatYouWant.