But I want to jump in and suggest another one: the next pose.
Now, that may sound facetious, and to a certain extent, perhaps, it may be. I’m on the record as not doing asana practice for the fun and uplift of it, so a blanket choice that covers every conceivable pose fits my
love hate relationship with asana.
But I mean it.
And I mean it this way: Thoughts about the next pose intrude upon my current, my present pose, making it more difficult or challenging. My thoughts are elsewhere — so forget “yogaå citta-vëtti-nirodhaï” — and on either the next pose, or the next: “next pose,” I suppose, stands in for everything but where I’m at. My breathing, as a result, isn’t full and long and equal. My bandhas are on vacation. My dristi whirls.
It is the next pose that makes yoga so difficult, so — frankly — impossible. But, of course, it is the next pose — the possibility it represents for union; for stillness; for control of breath, bandhas and dristi — that motivates our efforts and attempts, our studies, our searches.
It is the inherent and fundamental difficulty that drives us. Or me, at least.
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