Adventures with the Yoga Sutras. ~ Bianca Piccillo

Via on Sep 27, 2011

 Originally published by our elephriends over at Recovering Yogi on April 25, 2011. 
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Editor’s note: We met Bianca back in our yoga days, while working for a popular East Coast mastah teachah. During one of our certification tribulations, we were asked to read and comment on theYoga Sutras, the age-old canon of yogic wisdom. Bianca is a highly literate yogi with a sharp wit. Here was her take.

Adventures with the Yoga Sutras.

By Bianca Piccillo

It physically pains me to speak my truth on the following subject. As a former yoga teacher and (self envisioned) intellectual it is perhaps my dirtiest little secret. As a bibliophile it is a deepest shame. Nevertheless, no matter how I look at things, from top to bottom, front to back, sideways and crossways, I have come to the following conclusion:

The Yoga Sutras is the most boring book ever written.

It’s not that I have an aversion to old books. I happily dove into the pages of Beowulf and Gilgamesh, and I liked them. I REALLY liked them! And let’s face it, Beowulf was not written to be loved. It’s not that I have a problem with Indian literature—even the stuff that creaks. I practically devoured the Mahabaratha and I loved the Ramayana so much I read it twice in succession. I also find it quite pleasurable to revisit favorites like Midnight’s Children and The God of Small Things—even though it’s well known that Arundjati Roy is anti- American—if you can possibly imagine that! Not to mind, I take things on their merits.

Which is why, God help me, I can’t get out from under the Yoga Sutras. It is a book that for all intents and purposes destroys the logical connection of writing and reading. At first attempt (and second, third, and so on) I could only conclude that Patanjali and his subsequent translators were intent on eliminating written communication entirely through the use of leaden prose. They must have needed something that would last for posterity—but not for actual consumption.

I made an honest effort in my endeavors to discover the secrets of the Sutras. I left my New Yorker at home and cracked the Sutras on the subway. The rocking of the train puts me into a meditative state, the better for maximum concentration and comprehension. But things were problematic. The Sutras are dry. They are dry like the forests in California that wait for a strike of lightning, a spark to set the thing ablaze. But despite their dry nature, the Sutras are so dense that the application of a blowtorch would have no effect—you’d need oxygen to feed a fire, and in this case, the air has been squeezed out. In the end, I had to abandon my attempts to read the Sutras on the T. I had become so morose at their sheer density and circular reasoning that the oncoming trains seemed like invitations to bring it all to an end.

Reading in bed or on the couch didn’t prove to be very effective either, with obvious conclusions. Somehow I made it through to the other side. Like any survivor, I have a story; there are some nominal fruits from my labors. I don’t mean to be glib, or coy. I love to read—not just books, but ingredient lists, foreign language signs, prescription medication information. I’m not picky, just put it in front of me and I will read it. Not so the Yoga Sutras. They threatened to be my undoing.

It does not help that the Yoga Sutras are presented so unattractively.

Unadulterated philosophy in little bits that look easy to digest—it’s a trick. Halfway through, you’re buried alive and praying for mercy. Within the pages of the Yoga Sutras you will find little beauty, rhythm, or melody, just unrelenting information in a highly obfuscated form. Reading the Sutras, I found myself in the unexpected position of longing for my organic chemistry textbooks. At least they had illustrations every so often to leaven the dough.

I must admit that I’m not a huge fan of philosophy.

It seems to me that philosophers spend a lot of time talking and very little time doing. With no offence to Socrates and Kant (and the Romantics who drove the backlash), I’d say that maybe 40% of philosophers are full of shit. It bothers me that a bunch of longwinded blowhards (I know some of them personally; the rest are French) pontificate pointlessly, and yet they still find an audience of empty-headed nodders who can’t think for themselves. Ah, I digress; back to the subject at hand (even now I try to run.)

The truth is, I can’t escape the Yoga Sutras. So I’ll fess up and admit that there are bits that appeal to me.

Book Two, Sadhana Pada, sutra 44 reads (in translation):

“By study of spiritual books comes communion with one’s chosen deity.”

Viewed from a wide perspective, this is rich soil. It speaks to my sensibilities, which view books as inherently spiritual, regardless of aim or genre. Books extend the invitation of imagination and paths unwalked. Books are the realms of potential, of possibility.

I am also attracted to the recurring theme of personal responsibility found through the Sutras, specifically Sadhana Pada, sutra 14:

“The karmas bear fruits of pleasure and pain caused by merit and demerit.”

The Sutras seem to spend a lot of time addressing control of the mind and suppression of the body. I’m all for clarity and intensity. Those notwithstanding, this line of thinking doesn’t resonate with me. I embrace the human condition and its intrinsic physicality. I’m not sprinting toward a higher plane. I’m content in the muck of my life, the crap of my mental and physical existence. I have no interest in leaving, renouncing or transcending the borders of my physical body.

I am therefore saddened by Sadhana Pada, sutra 40, which instructs;

“By purification arises disgust for one’s own body and for contact with other bodies.”

Why disparage the physical body? The human body is amazing, beautiful, and divine in its own right. It has its own consciousness and wisdom. It is a wonder of design and function. Walt Whitman argued that rather than bypassing one to get the other, the body and soul are one and the same:

“O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other

men and women, nor the likes of the parts

of you,

I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes

of the soul (and that they are the soul,)

…Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,

…Strong set of things, well carrying the trunk above,

…All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my

or your body or of any one’s body, male

or female,

The lung-sponges, the stomach sac, the bowels sweet and

clean,

The brain in its folds inside the skull frame,

Sympathies, heart- valves, palate- valves, sexuality, maternity,

…The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,

Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,

…The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and

the marrow in the bones,

The exquisite realization of health:

O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only,

but of the soul,

O I say now these are the soul!”

It’s an unfettered celebration, a full embrace that is awash in wonder, awe, and respect.

The Sutras, on the other hand, build sequentially toward the state of Samadhi—pure consciousness. The idea of stripping everything down to pure being doesn’t have a lot of appeal for me. My teachers—those I’ve known personally and those I just admire from a distance—are a highly flawed lot. Purity sounds good conceptually, but realistically I prefer to allow a little room for passion, pleasure and the other “base” aspects of life, even if they have the potential to cause suffering.

To always be in control, moderated, completely liberated—Samadhi, if you will—sounds suspiciously like being dead. You might be free of the drama of the karmic cycle, but you’re turned into a spectator as a result. Is there room there for the world? Is there room for opera and tragic characters, sublime music and the human voice? The narrowing of vision from which a Seurat canvas becomes a series of dots? Digging in the earth and growing food, making and drinking wine? What of books and the grace of the written word? Why on earth would anyone wish for escape from these treasures? Life is messy—so much the better! Even if it means suffering, sadness and pain, I choose to live fully, to participate, not to remove myself from it—spiritually or intellectually.

I will never argue with the benefits of stillness and meditation or the moral truth of non- violence.

That said, it is my nature to reject anything that proposes to be a universal answer or path. Despite its emphasis on personal responsibility and perception, the Sutras still lay down structure based on absolutes. The inherent warning: get on board or bear the consequences.

The notion of a “right” path favors those on it and cultivates attitudes that in their toxic forms are assumptive, smug, and superior. You can call it philosophy, or religion, or whatever you want, but in the end, it serves up free thought and inquiry with one hand and takes them away with the other.

Thanks for the insights, Yoga Sutras, but I must be on my way. I’ll remember you, and hold some of you dear, but you are too sterile to be my longtime teacher. I need the grit of reality between my teeth. A little Whitman, an afternoon of Puccini, a vision of Modigliani, the heresy of Darwin, and the lascivious writhings of Iggy Pop.

About Bianca Piccillo

Bianca grew up in Buffalo, New York and has always been an East Coast kinda girl, although her academic travels and her sense of adventure have taken her far and wide over these years. She spent a large chunk of her life in Cambridge, Massachusetts (Boston’s bohemian sister) and that is where she was introduced to the Baptiste Power Yoga Institute, the foundation of her many years in the yoga trenches. As a teacher and assistant for BPYI, she mentored many aspiring teachers and went through the rigorous certification process that birthed this soliloquy on the Sutras. She has since migrated to Brooklyn with her husband, Mark—who she met in her parallel life in the restaurant industry—and they are hard at work founding a sustainable seafood consulting business. Bianca loves the ocean, literature, the culinary arts, and a good laugh.

Artwork by: Vanessa Fiola 

 

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13 Responses to “Adventures with the Yoga Sutras. ~ Bianca Piccillo”

  1. yogiclarebear says:

    LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!

    Posted to EJ Spirituality Facebook.

  2. This article is brilliant, well-thought out, and unlike the Sutras, not dry or sterile ;) I love how you write with such honesty, and that you make your points logically. Subjectivity is implied in your writing, but how could it not be? The level of honesty with which you wrote is inspiring? Well done!

  3. Scott_Newsom says:

    Great Post. You should love this rewriting of the Sutras. http://yoga2point0.com/wordpress/?p=1390

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  6. Mat says:

    Bianca: "That said, it is my nature to reject anything that proposes to be a universal answer or path" Well Elej editor Bob W is WAY into universalism, I mean WAAAY into it, so it is funny to think that you have rejected the Editor of your publisher, the irony is SOOO delicious. http://yogawiki.co/Main/AYogaBook/LandOfTheLost

    • Scott_Newsom says:

      Bob, as an editor, is really pretty open to all points of view. No real irony at all.

    • Hi, Mat. Yes, like Scott says, Universalism to me is not "a universal answer or path", but quite the opposite–open to all paths and "different strokes for different folks". Universalism embraces all sincere paths. I embrace my own love of the Bhagavad Gita and my parents devotion to their ultra-traditional Roman Catholicism. One can embrace spiritual secularism just as well.

      That's the main thing–embracing all paths. However, it can go deeper than that. One might embrace all paths, but theorize that they all end up in the same place eventually, like it does in the Bhagavad Gita itself. It is, in fact, the universalism of the Gita that is one of the many things that makes me love it:

      However men try to reach me,
      I return their love with my love;
      whatever path they may travel,
      it leads to me in the end. (BG 4.11)

      Thus, many forms of worship
      may lead to freedom Arjuna.
      All these are born of action.
      When you know this, you will be free. (BG 4.32)

      But whatever form of reverence,
      whatever god a sincere
      devotee chooses to worship,
      I grant him unswerving faith. (BG 7.21)

      Others on the path of knowledge,
      know me as the many, the One;
      behind the faces of a million
      gods, they can see my face. (BG 9.15)

      Arjuna, all those who worship
      other gods, with deep faith,
      are really worshiping me,
      even if they don’t know it. (BG 9.23)

      ~

      I am the same to all beings;
      I favor none and reject none.
      But those who worship me live
      with me and I live in them.

      Even the heartless criminal,
      if he loves me with all his heart,
      will certainly grow into sainthood
      as he moves toward me on this path.

      Quickly that man become pure,
      his heart finds eternal peace.
      Arjuna, no one who truly
      loves me will ever be lost.

      All those who love and trust me,
      even the lowest of the low-
      prostitutes, beggars, slaves-
      will attain the ultimate goal. (BG 9.29-32)

      ~

      Neither the myriad gods
      nor any of the sages know
      my origin; I am the source
      from which gods and sages emerge. (BG 10.2)

      Bob W. Editor
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  7. Scott_Newsom says:

    Regarding the right path – the point is to find your own, not to impose it on others. I think seeing it this way should alleviate your concerns. It might even be a right path not to even bother conserning oneself with a right path.

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