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Angela’s Reading Recommendations

During my Travels, and times when I studied for numerous hours a day,

Jnana Yoga was the lead horse, or dominant Yoga Practice,

I read a lot! I still read a good amount. I hope you find these books of interest.

 

Translations of the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali

The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali - Translated by/introduced by Alistair Shearer

The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali -Translation & Commentary by Sri Swami Satchidananda

The Textbook of Yoga Psychology - Ramamurti S. Mishra, M.D. (Shri Brahmananda Sarasvati)

 

Translations of the Bhagavad Gita

The Living Gita: The Complete Bhagavad Gita - Sri Swami Satchidananda

The Bhagavad Gita - Winthrop Sargeant

Foreward by: Christopher Chapple - Bhagavad Gita: As It Is

His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta

 

Ashtanga Yoga

Yoga Mala - Sri K. Pattabhi Jois

Ashtanga Yoga The Practice Manual - David Swenson

Ashtanga Yoga The Definitive Step-by-Step Guide to a Dynamic Yoga - John Scott, Foreword by: Sri K. Pattabhi Jois

 

Other Readings for a Hatha Yoga Practice

Light on Yoga - B.K.S. Iyengar, Foreword by: Yehundi Menuhin

Moola Bandha: The Master Key - Swami Buddhananda

The Tree of Yoga - B.K.S. Lyengar

The Shambhala Encyclopedia of Yoga - George Feururstein, Ph. D

The Heart of Yoga: Developing a Personal Practice - T.K.V. Desikachar

 

Interesting People/Interesting Biographies

Autobiography of a Spiritually Incorrect Mystic - Osho

Miracle of Love: Stories about Neem Karoli Baba - Compiled by Ram Dass

Life and Teaching of ŚRĪ ĀNANDAMAYĪ MĀ - Dr. Alexander Lipski

Amma: Healing the heart of the World - Judith Cornell

 

Devotional Yoga

The Yoga of Kirtan Conversations on the Sacred Art of Chanting - Steven Rosen

The Heart of Awareness A Translation of the Ashtavakra Gita - Thomas Byron

The Yoga of Spiritual Devotion A Modern translation of the Narada Bhakti Sutras - Prem Prakash

 

Other Influential Readings

The Prophet -Kahill Gibran

Classics of Indian Spirituality - Translated by Eknath Easwaran

Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse

Ramayana - Retold by William Buck

Mipam The First Tibetan Novel - Lama Yongden

 

The Poetry of Rumi

Rumi (1207-1275)

 

Rumi is the most read poet of our time. His poetry is read more then Shakespeare and Dante combined. Perhaps the most revered of Sufi Poets, Rumi was the inspiration for the sect in the west known as the "whirling dervishes," who imitate his ecstatic dancing. Rumi's poems were often created spontaneously as he danced and were copied down by his disciples.

 

The general theme of his poetry was the concept of Tawhid-or Unity. Union with the Beloved... Rumi has composed tens of thousands of Poems. Among his works are countless aphorisms as well as epic poetry.

 

I was introduced at Retreats and classes with Tim Miller and Richard Freeman. Two Teacher's that I consider and Honor as my Teacher's. The parallel between Rumi's poetry and Yoga is clear to me! What you "get out of" Rumi's poetry is personal and based on your life experience! Either way I hope something touches you enough to look deeper.

 

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Lovers drink wine all day and night and tear the veils of the mind.

When drunk with love’s wine body, heart and soul become one.

 

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The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.

 

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I am happy tonight, united with the Friend.

Free from the pain of separation, I whirl and dance with the beloved.

I tell my heart, “Do not worry, the key to morning I’ve thrown away.”

 

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The Master who’s full of sweetness is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.

“Will you give me some of your sweetness?”

“I have none,” he says, unaware of his richness.

 

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The birds have flown to freedom, the cage lies empty.

Your happy sons bring to me the scent of heaven.

Please keep singing.

 

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QUIETNESS

Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.

Do it now.

You’re covered with thick cloud.

Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now.

 

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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doors ill

Where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.

 

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WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC

Don’t worry about saving these songs!

And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place

Where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere,

should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the candle flickers and goes out.

We have a piece of flint, and a spark. This singing art is sea foam.

The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see.

Stop the words now.  Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

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THE REED FLUTE’S SONG

Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. “Since I was cut from the reed bed

I have made this crying sound. Anyone apart from someone he loves understands what I say:

Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back.  At any gathering I am there,

mingling in the laughing and grieving,  a friend to each, but few will

hear the secrets hidden within the notes. No ears for that.

Body flowing out of spirit, spirit up from body: no concealing

that mixing. But it’s not given us to see the soul. The reed flute

is fire, not wind. Be that empty.”

Hear the love-fire tangled in the reed notes, as bewilderment melts into wine. The reed is a friend

to all who want the fabric torn and drawn away. The reed is hurt and salve combining. Intimacy

and longing for intimacy, one song. A disastrous surrender and a fine love, together.

 

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BLOSSOMING

Sunlight spreads over a face in the shadows Like the flower of truth beginning to unfold.

 

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Looking at my life

I see that only Love has been my soul’s companion.

From deep inside my soul cries out: Do not wait, surrender for the sake of Love.

 

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Be thirsty heart, seek forever without a rest.

Let this soundless longing hidden deep inside you

be the source of every word you say.

 

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A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot. where it's being boiled. "Why are you doing this to me?"

The cook knocks him down with the ladle. "Don't you try to jump out. you think I am torturing you.

I'm giving you flavor, so you can mix with the spices and rice and be the lovely vitality of a human being.

Remember when you drank rain in the garden?

That was for this." Grace first sexual pleasure. Then a boiling new life begins,

and the Friend has something good to eat. Eventually the chickpea will say to the Cook, "Boil me some more.

Hit me with the skimming spoon. I can't do this by myself. I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens

back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention to his driver. You're my cook, my driver, my way into existence.

I love your cooking." The Cook says, "I was once like you, fresh from the ground. Then I

boiled in time, and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings. My animal soul grew powerful. I controlled it with practices,

and boiled some more, and boiled once beyond that, and became your teacher."

Breath is central to Yoga because it is central to life... and Yoga is about Life --- T Kris

 

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