The Magic Is In The Breath.

     There have been various references to "going and joining the circus" in the course of my adult life--light mentions while thoughts lingered on my Spirit-guided nature (Others have called it "gypsy," to which I say, "Whatever.") to someone I spent some time with, who was drawn to me my 1st year out of college, after my spiritual awakening, who had dated someone who had played volleyball for UIC and had gone Cirque Du Soleil.  He drew connections, prodded me with details to check 4 interest, then all-out said that he could see me doing the same.  I sensed it was a compliment but, at the time, thought it was one of the most off-kilter combos of my traits I had heard of.  Def., I was differently organized at the time, and far less self-aware and Self-Master.
     Acrobatics and Acro-ish influences swung in and out of my journey into Santa Monica Power Yoga Teacher Training, into establishing myself as a "real" yogi trying to plant and spread the seed, the Consciousness, the rewards in Kansas City.
     Chinese acrobatic performers catching my chi and attention by landing in about every city I have, signs cropping up at the few places I frequent with frequency.
     Amidst the community full of watchers to my daily yoga practice in the "studio" part of the state-of-the-art "Fitness Center" at the apartment community in Phoenix, where I was both taking refuge and taking a stand, a living sage and a yogi and little else, there was one former Las Vegan, also demolished by the Recession & its aftermath, who literally stared with his mouth open and his eyes glittering (Hi, _______.  I hope those Victoria's Secret Angels R smiling pretty for you).  He rushed me after my practice with his young daughter, with many questions, "I haven't seen anything like that since Cirque Du Soleil!!!  That was amazing!!!"  Thank you.
     The magic is in the Breath.
     Yesterday, I finally rented "Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away," since I did not get to see it in the theaters, as my interest had been interested in doing.  What helped me decide is, last night, the thought of not hearing words soothed my being.
     The freedom in the bodies, the purity and/or beauty that I saw, was nothing less than Bliss-created.  Bliss in expression.  There was Satya in it.  And yet, when it boiled right down to it, I thought that maybe if any of these beings did go into the Light, perhaps their lives were not given for saying so or explaining it.  Just to do, and to show, and to love and pass from this Earth as that.  It was not my mission.  Right now.  Perhaps it is already written in our breastplate--of what we R made and in what way we will serve this universe.  What gifts and how.
     Would any of us know God, systematically especially, if there were not prophets, messengers, and Teachers who spoke bravely, wrote the books, the texts, the manuscripts--the writing on the wall, so to speak, and literally?
     Perhaps many of us now can just watch the Light spectacular in color and effort, glistening, radiating purely out of a being literally set afire, spinning like Rumi in his Zero Circle, but originally, as energy, as vibration, with creativity and feeling and compassion burning a hole, almost, thru his or her heart, as passion, rage, love beyond I.D., terrifying sadness that covers the planet and spills over into the universe, realizing that Love is still the choice as it gives to the maximum capacity it can give while screaming, crying, climaxing, and flying, all at the same time.
     In that One breath.
     It is all there.
     That, for me, in my experience, is Yoga.
     In that reality, Source is.
     I am nothing else.