In the previous essay, I wondered what happens when curiosity turns toward its own movement. Even the wish to become quieter or clearer could acquire a future form, giving us another destination to move toward. Another question remained. What changes once we begin imagining that destination? We picture something that has not happened. The picture […]
As a child, the world begins close to us. There is the cradle, the room, the familiar face. For a while, this is almost everything we know. Then a sound comes from another room. Someone disappears through a doorway. We want to follow. Before we can explain curiosity, we are already moving toward something. As […]
There are forms of life we depend upon so deeply that we eventually stop seeing them. Their presence becomes ordinary, their contribution expected, and what they give becomes more visible than what they are. In the Sauptika Parva of the Mahābhārata, Brahmā asks Rudra to participate in creation. Rudra enters the waters and remains in […]
There is a part of us that wants to participate in everything we encounter. We want to understand, so we question. We want to know, so we test. We want certainty, so we compare, evaluate, and validate. When something interests us, we move toward it almost immediately. There is great value in this impulse. Much […]
There is a small episode in the Sauptika Parva of the Mahābhārata that has stayed with me. Brahmā asks Rudra to take part in creation. Rudra agrees, enters the waters, and goes into tapas. He remains there for a long time. Brahmā waits, then finds another way for creation to proceed. Living beings appear and […]
In the previous essay, I kept returning to two movements: Brahmā moved, and Rudra remained. At first, they seemed like different ways of meeting time. One continued; the other stayed. But afterward, I found myself wondering what it means to remain. Does remaining always require us to stop moving?We often think of stillness and movement […]
In the previous essay, I ended with a thought: maybe yoga asks us to discover what in us was never moving, and to dance from there. We would still belong to the movement of life, but our relationship with it would change. That thought left me with another question: what happens when the dance itself […]
In the previous essay, I kept returning to the idea that dissolution may not be the end of the dance. A form may reach its limit; its movement may lose rhythm; something may have to fall away. But the possibility of movement does not disappear with it.That thought stayed with me. If dissolution does not […]