Bhava Yoga

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(“Italian Dawn “, Jane Kohut-Bartels, watercolor, 2003)

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Bhava Yoga

 

Morning’s roseate sky

Has been blasted away,

Branches now whirligigs

Swirl with a fierce southern wind

As windows rattle in frames.

 

A tattered umbrella

Shades from a relentless sun.

I listen to Bhava Yoga

The vibration of Love,

Where imagination meets

Memory in the dark.

Yet surrounding these soothing tones

The world outside this music

Conspires to disrupt, sweep away

All thought, reflection.

 

The fierce wind gets my attention.

I can not deny its primal force.

 

Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga

Draws me within,

Feeds imagination with memory,

Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,

And I feel the pulse of the infinite.

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We are like birds,

Clinging with dulled claws to

The swaying branches of life.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014 (from Pitcher of Moon, Amazon.com, 2014)

 

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45 Responses to “Bhava Yoga”

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    Love the focus of not being disturbed in the best of moments. We do need that, but so often we fail and become distracted by those harsh winds. May those claws be strong to keep us from falling.

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  2. Michael Says:

    Nature always has such a wonderful and yet at times overpowering influence upon us…I thought this was beautiful Jane…

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  3. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Michael. I am always overpowered by Nature. And food. Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.

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  4. Michael Says:

    My pleasure Jane and speaking of food, breakfast awaits….

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  5. ladynyo Says:

    Bjorn…I can trust you always to get at the point of a poem. Thank you! You see things in these poems that I either have forgotten or never saw. Those harsh winds are certainly blowing. I sometimes think I am transported to early Nazi Europe….I know now what my relatives were facing. Sorry, for the overt politics….but those harsh winds are ablowin’.

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  6. ladynyo Says:

    LOL! Michael…my favorite meal. Chow down, friend!

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  7. Michael Says:

    I shall!! 🙂

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    Indeed… and we need to read more Bob Dylan as well…

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  9. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    So beautiful. Brings to mind how easily we forget the moment. You gained in this poem, staying in your center and relishing the music of the moment.

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  10. kanzensakura Says:

    Ah, the harsh winds. I am ignoring them all. All of them. I love the painting. BTW, when was the guy who questioned if a woman could paint and write poetry? 1823>?

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  11. Jane Dougherty Says:

    ‘I feel the pulse of the infinite’ gorgeous line!

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  12. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Jane! I like that line, too. Sometimes I surprise myself….as do we all! LOL!

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  13. ladynyo Says:

    Yeh! 1823…he has been living under a rock apparently. Even under a rock, if not Judy Chicago, et al….there is my favorite…Hildegarde of Bingen. LOL! Sometimes it’s a struggle with painting. Nobody notices…except blasts from the past! Today, Flicka Johnson, a dear friend from Y2K after all these years…..recontacted me on fb. And my first agent (and last) Steve New from Devon, a wonderful falconer and his Harris Hawk, “Siggi”..contacted me. Even before Y2K. I did a couple of paintings of Siggi….a really smart and social hawk of Steve’s. Oh, I haven’t heard back, but Hawks usually have long lives. Siggi used to sit on the back of Steve’s seat in his car and swoop with the road. He was a beautiful, young tercel. Steve is a wonderful friend and had great empathy and compassion for people. Lovely man. Thank you, Toni, I’m wandering here….and so glad you have returned. Hugs!

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  14. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Helene. I WISH I could follow my own advice to myself ….LOL! I do forget the moment….I life in apprehension of the next hour. With 9 cats here, 4 dogs and a flock (though not huge) of chickens….I am distracted by outside life. LOL! I need to get back to the message of that poem! Thank you, Helene….What you have said here, reflects what Dr. Rollo May said in “The Courage to Create”….a marvelous and wise book. Thank you, sending you warm hugs in your cold region.

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  15. ladynyo Says:

    LOL! I don’t know about reading BD….but listening to his music is like the earliest Bruce Springsteen. Most everything else in both musicians was lost on me after the first few albums. I am sure I am the poorer for it, too.

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  16. thotpurge Says:

    We are like birds,
    Clinging with dulled claws to
    The swaying branches of life…. what a great image that is.

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  17. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you! I think today this applies even more. Sad.

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  18. frankhubeny Says:

    I liked the last three lines about the birds clinging to the branches of life. I am unfamiliar with bhava yoga but it seems, after some searching, to be a yoga practice centered on emotions and enjoying life, but I might have this wrong.

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  19. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    Ah, not an easy task to be in the moment. We do what we can, as it comes. Have a great evening Jane.

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  20. Jane Dougherty Says:

    I usually wonder if I haven’t pinched it from someone else 🙂

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  21. paul scribbles Says:

    An ode to the transcendent reality that sits enduringly underneath all strong and wild winds.Let them blow.

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  22. ladynyo Says:

    Agreed, Paul….thanks!

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  23. ladynyo Says:

    It happens! I think over the course of many years of reading poets, you do pick up some lines or inferences. I did with a very early poem: “Quiet Birds, I haven’t turned you into metaphors yet” .I used the very first line of this poem that I never read, told the famous author, and apologized….now I give credit to him (George Szitzes) whenever I use that poem….And my poem is nothing like his I am told.

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  24. Jane Dougherty Says:

    I’m too ignorant of contemporary poets to know if my lines look like someone else’s. I wonder how much allusion to Yeats or Shakespeare creeps in though.

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  25. ladynyo Says:

    LOL Jane! for all of us, and our work is the better for it!

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  26. Jane Dougherty Says:

    And they don’t mind since they’re dead…

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  27. ladynyo Says:

    Maybe WE don’t mind since they’re dead….

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  28. Jane Dougherty Says:

    You think they might?

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  29. ladynyo Says:

    Nah….they live on through our work. Or so I hope so.

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  30. Jane Dougherty Says:

    I wouldn’t like to think I was pissing off Bill Shakespeare…

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  31. ladynyo Says:

    Better him than Mussolini.

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  32. Jane Dougherty Says:

    Agreed. I would not want to piss off Mussolini.

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  33. ladynyo Says:

    LOL! When someone really annoys me….I tell them I hope they find berth in Hell sitting next to Mussolini. He was such a rotten character…especially to women. So, if the person (alive) is evil enough….they belong in that particular circle of Hell.

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  34. Jane Dougherty Says:

    Haha! You really don’t like Mussolini, do you? He’s probably throwing bricks at Hitler right this minute.

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  35. ladynyo Says:

    Possibly. One of my earliest memories is a program about the death of Mussolini. Every time I came into the room, my father made me go out. It was years before I knew the scene of Mussolini being strung up by his heels was what my father didn’t want me to see. Mussolini was notorious for his behavior towards women. He was the personification of brutality.

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  36. Jane Dougherty Says:

    At least the Italian people also thought he was a brute and got rid of him. There are a few others I can think of who could have done with the same treatment.

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  37. ladynyo Says:

    I can think of a whole lot of them….

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  38. Jane Dougherty Says:

    Frightening, isn’t it?

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  39. ladynyo Says:

    Yep.

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  40. Pleasant Street Says:

    I’d like to just climb into your painting and rest there awhile

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  41. ladynyo Says:

    LOL! Me, too, Sweetie….me too. But I would take a sandwich with me. LOL!

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  42. Pleasant Street Says:

    and coffee

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  43. ladynyo Says:

    Maybe a bottle of wine, too.

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  44. Nan Mykel Says:

    Where imagination meets

    Memory in the dark.

    swept me away!

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  45. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Nan! I like that phrase, too.

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