I was first introduced to yoga by my father, who, having battled
tuberculosis since his early twenties, took up the practice of pranayama and
thought to share some its forms with me as I was growing up. For my father,
yoga was medicine. All this was extraordinary, not to mention revolutionary, in
a post-war and newly re-divided Eastern Europe, where I grew up. So when I
next encountered yoga, in the 1970s in Canada, I was not new to it, the
athletic forms of its practice there were new to me. And so in my efforts to
keep up with the forms into which we so eagerly forced our bodies -- and yet still
fail at headstand, on account of fear -- I forgot what both yoga and practice
meant.
My next encounter with yoga and its practice came decades
after the Canadian “athletic” experience and on the heels of mounting medical
problems. About two years ago, I wandered into a beginner class taught by a
substitute teacher, whose youth and energy immediately put me off. As I stood
there, contemplating a quite way to exit, she spoke of alignment, and her words
became like hands that moved something in my spine in such a way that I felt a
slight space opening up, an inkling of freedom from pain, but most of all, from
a sense of being stuck where I was… Naturally, I was hooked, and those of you
who read this blog know that I write about yoga now and then.
In the last two years, my yoga practice has evolved, though
it still needs to deepen. Whenever I found myself on the road, the first thing
I have done is to check the availability of Iyengar studios and classes. I have
done Downward Dog and Headstand in studios in Budapest, Madison (Wisconsin), Boston,
New York, Pittsburgh (Pennsylvania), and Cologne (Germany). Being a reluctant
traveler, practicing yoga in these diverse places that unsettled my mind has
helped ground me wherever I was. I suppose it did this, because it helped me
bring my mind that was still back at home somewhere, back home into my body in
that “here and now.”
Well, after these last two years of bringing body and mind
together, to help create space and freedom for the body, it is time to help
create some space for the mind through yoga, too. Which is another way of
saying that that, along with the practice of postures, it is time to “practice”
exploring the “mental” side of yoga, its psychology and philosophy. And what
better way to start than at the beginning, with The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.
(Patanjali,
1982)
I am going to use Alistair Shearer’s translation for a text,
a book that is three-quarter commentary by Shearer to the one-quarter of the
actual sutras. I am also going straight to the text, so that I will read it
with my own eyes and intelligence – which reside in the “root” of the tree of
yoga.
(Iyengar, 1988)
The Settled Mind – Chapter 1:
Or, as I would like to characterize it, “knowledge as the
obstacle to knowing”:
- . And now the teaching of yoga begins.
- Yoga is the settling of the mind into silence.
- When the mind has settled, we are established in
our essential nature, which is unbounded consciousness.
- Our essential nature is usually overshadowed by
the activity of the mind.
That first statement asserting that “now the teaching of
yoga begins” may seem superfluous at best and a tautology in the bargain, but
apart from being an invocation, it puts stress on the idea that learning (or
teaching) yoga has its origins, as well as its core, in the now. That is, a student or practitioner
of yoga, I am always at the beginning, because all there is is the now.
By starting in the now,
every time I practice, I can leave my expectations, my worries, my
anticipations, my to-do list for after the practice, and what have you, outside
this moment in this space. Which brings us to the next sutra, the stilling of the
mind into silence. Because the mind lives on thought that flickers constantly,
the stilling of this vigorous oscillation is a herculean task – and that is why
one has to come back to the beginning, to the now.
The third sutra tells us that when the mind settles, our
essential nature has a chance to come through the silence. Our essential
nature, according to the sutra, is “unbounded consciousness.” Unbounded, as I
see it, doesn’t mean that it is vast as the universe. I don’t take it to have
that spatial reference. Instead, I read this to mean that that our essential
nature, or what makes us human, is consciousness. Not of our identity, or
history, or results on personality tests, or the school report, or the
therapist’s evaluation. No, our “unbounded” consciousness is, in a way, a sense
organ we all possess in common – and which we can all access.
When you think about it – and since this part of my practice
is about thinking –this idea, presented thousands of years ago, contains a
radical notion of equality, doesn’t it?
The fourth sutra draws attention the activity of the mind
and the ways in which it casts large shadows to keep consciousness, or our “essential
nature” in the dark. And that is why there is the need, again, to always start
in the now, so that we can move into
the light, away from the taunting shadows those wild glimmers of the mind leave
in their sparks.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that we have to deny or even
forget the “boundaries” that define us in our everyday world. The sutra is not
inciting a riot or getting you to drop out, or even to indulge by acting on
your feelings right now. It calls you to be in the now, free of prejudice, or
the shapes your thoughts impose on the world unconsciously.
So what are you to do then? How will you find your way
through the maze of thoughts into the light of consciousness?
With intelligence, I presume.
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Not that I can still my mind, mind you, but lately, I did
have an experience that might be considered as a “candidate” for working with
these four sutras. For years now, my younger son and I have been on an emotional
collision course, with each of us spinning our wheels out of control every time
we tried to get closer. One day, out of sheer exhaustion (and desperation), I
decided I had enough of being his mother. I was done with the worrying, with
the wanting, and the expectations. As far as I was concerned, he was on his own….
No sooner had I done this, give up on being his mother, he came into focus for
me as a being unlike the son to the mother I was to him. Two weeks later we had
a conversation (on the phone) that lasted 30 minutes, and amazing feat from a
teenage boy, even in the best of circumstances.
~ to be continued
Works Cited
Iyengar, B. (1988). The Tree of Yoga. Boston:
Shambala.
Patanjali. (1982). The
Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. (A. Shearer, Trans.) New York: Bell Tower.