Ready for Real Yoga Love?

Via on Feb 15, 2011

The ecstatic poetry of Mirabai and Kabir have been sung in India since the Middle Ages. Even long before their contemporaries, St. Theresa in Europe and Rumi in the Middle East, mystic lovers have known that their Divine affair with the Beloved comes and goes.

Still, they can’t stop loving the Divine, even when no one seems to be listening. Because, to paraphrase Rumi: the longing for the Beloved is in itself God’s response.  There is no need for any other sign from God than That.

But for some yogi and mystic lovers, enlightenment becomes a steady, inner blossom: small love sees through the effulgent eyes of Big Love. Lover and Beloved become One.

Once, while living on the banks of the Bagmati river in Nepal, I was walking down to the river to take my daily bath. After crossing one sand dune after another, I suddenly saw a flock of a hundred swans in the distant sands. When I got closer, however, I realized the swans were people dressed in white. Sitting crosslegged, these hundred or so wandering ascetics were reciting the poetry of Kabir.

After finishing my bath and my meditation on the river banks, I started to walk back to the small ashram where I was living. The swans of Kabir, these lovers of spiritual poetry had mysteriously lifted and moved away, their limber legs still visible in the sands.

Kabir says to all breathing, loving yogis:

When you really look for me, you will see me

instantly—

You will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.

And, to those who only thinks their aching heart has only lived and loved once:

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life

you will have the face of satisfied desire.

Kabir says: When the Guest is being searched for,

It is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that

does all the work.

Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

In other words, if you feel you have done these practices, sung these songs of devotion in some other life time; it’s because you have. And if meditation comes really easy to you, and you can’t seem to wipe that satisfied glow off your face; it’s because you have lived it again and again.

American poet Jane Hirshfield writes of the mystic, female yogi and poet Mirabai:

“She…offers two central teachings of liberation, each grounded in her fierce and unwavering passion. One is the consummate freedom passion calls up in us, and the other is the surrender of self that passion’s fulfillment requires. In these two ways, Mira demonstrates over and over, that the lover meets fully and intimately the energies of awakening. And through reading her poems, we begin to discover that these two teachings are not separate.”

Mirabai knew already 500 years ago that owning the latest yoga water bottle, burning incense for statues of Krishna and Buddha, and eating nothing but organic vegetables from Whole Foods can’t possibly buy us enlightenment. Forget it, she says, only the deep passions of Bhakti Yoga can bring us closer to our Beloved’s arms.

Mirabai sings:

“If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry

leaves

Then the goats would surely get the Holy One

Before us!

If stone statues could bring us all the way,

I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

Mirabai says: The heat of midnight tears will bring you

to God!

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening….

She is not saying we should leave our organic vegetables behind, of course. She is simply reminding us that the yogi worship of the inner Beloved is fierce and non-compromising. Mirabai gave up a comfortable life and a husband and became a dancing wanderer. Kabir gave up religious security and dogmas and gave us iconoclastic teachings that speak to the hearts of mystics from all traditions.

Are we ready for this kind of wild abandon, or are we too timidly attached to our Prius’ and our cappuccinos? Can we only stomach the self-help love handed to us by Oprah or Dr. Phil?

Robert Bly writes: “Kabir mocks passivity toward holy texts, toward popular gurus, and the passive practice of Yoga, but we must understand that he himself is firmly in the guru tradition and that he followed an intricate path, with fierce meditative practices….”

In other words, this kind of passionate love for Spirit is not found on the cover of Yoga Journal. It is rare, even in Boulder.

Kabir’s poetry also tells us, we don’t quite get it by singing kirtan once a month in a yoga studio, or by chanting Om once a week at the beginning and end of yoga class.

Kabir says:

Breathe in that word out of which the Whole Milky

Way has come!

That word is your Teacher; I heard that sound, and I am its disciple.

How many are there alive who has taken in its

meaning?

But there’s hope. If we have known the intensity of human love, we have also experienced the intensity of the spiritual love Kabir speaks of.

When we want That, which is deep inside, as much as we desire water when we are really thirsty, or as much as we intensely love our partner during the honeymoon period, then we know the kind of spiritual devotion Kabir and Mirabai speaks of.

In Tantra, that kind of longing becomes the fuel on the fire of Bhakti Love. It becomes part of the Ishvara Pranidhana the Yoga Sutras speak of; part of our wholehearted dedication to spiritual practice. And we taste that everything we do can become part of the practice, can become madhuvidya,  worldly experience laced with spiritual honey.

Filled with this kind of fierce Love, our heart and mind unites in the pranendrya, the seat of intuition, where our longing and seeing embrace in the stillness of peace.

Then we know that the Yoga of Love still sits deep inside our heart, like a bee inside a flower.

Note: All translations of Kabir and Mirabai by Robert Bly and Jane Hirshfield.

About Ramesh Bjonnes

Ramesh Bjonnes was born in Norway and lived for nearly three years in India and Nepal learning directly from the masters of tantric yoga. He has written extensively on tantra, yoga, culture and sustainability, and his articles have appeared in books and numerous magazines and newspapers in Europe and the US. His forthcoming book on Tantra will be published by Hay House India soon. He is currently contributing editor of New Renaissance and a columnist for Fredrikstad Blad, a Norwegian newspaper. He lives in an eco-village in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Visit his blog here: Eight Fold Path. His book Sacred Body, Sacred Spirit: A Personal Guide to the Wisdom of Yoga and Tantra can be purchased here.

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15 Responses to “Ready for Real Yoga Love?”

  1. candicegarrett says:

    love and adore, on so many levels.

  2. Kaoverii Weber Kaoverii says:

    Beautiful post Ramesh! Thanks for this.

  3. Love it, Ramesh.

    Although you have to wonder how relevant something could be that is, as you say, rare even in Boulder.

    Bob W. Yoga Editor
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    • Ramesh says:

      Actually not so rare anymore, Bob. just take a trip to Bhaktifest in California, or go on tour with Jai Uttal and or Krishnadas, or any of the other chanting Bhakti Yogis out there and you will experience Bhakti Yoga Western style. And that's just one of several expressions of contemporary Bhakti Yoga….

      • Ramesh says:

        Another way to put it, Bob, is to say that the devotional and spiritual states of giants such as Kabir, Mirabai, Rumi, Farncis of Asissi, St Theresa, while being rare, their inspirational effect upon millions of people worldwide over the centuries has been quite relevant indeed. Rumi is today the hottest selling poet in the US, more yogis read his love poetry than any other poet. That is relevant, even beyond Boulder.

  4. Really beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.

  5. Jiivadhara says:

    Thank you! Your post is most inspiring… this just came to me… I love the poet saints…

    My worst habit is I get so tired of winter
    I become a torture to those I’m with.

    If you’re not here, nothing grows.
    I lack clarity. My words
    tangle and knot up.

    How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.
    How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.

    When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
    dig a way out through the bottom
    to the ocean. There is a secret medicine
    given only to those who hurt so hard
    they can’t hope.

    The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

    Look as long as you can at the friend you love, ♡
    no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
    or coming back to you.

    Rumi
    Namaskar!

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