Yoga of My Headless Nature

Yoga of my headless nature:

in it’s surest sense, this is yoga, a deep seeing of the reality of our connection. For me, this was to be witness to my own empty state of being, an examination of what is actually seen, and of only what’s been surmised through belief and conditions. It’s the yoga of my headless nature.

it’s a simple thing to see — or actually to not see at all, and find an emptiness that somehow too holds all the world. Of course it’s easier to just look than to explain. From any object, and this includes my own body, I trace the line of sight directly to it’s source, traveling back to find the actuality of seeing. What I come to is the absence of a seer, no eyes in witness of themselves, no face to personally be seen. Looking, I find myself headless.

to rationalize, it’s easy to claim what others have seen, descriptions given, photos, and the reflection I receive from the mirror everyday. Yet this is all hearsay, secondhand assurance. I have never seen my own face, and have navigated the world from what others have described. To see myself headless was an awakening. What, and where I believed was the source of my every thought, my sure beliefs, and all that informed me of the world — was absent to my sight.

the practice of yoga is to join the body to the true self, a reach to the divine and then to merge…