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MAYA by Taya Malakian

This poem came to me during a really challenging time in my life…

I was out of work and needing to find a home very quickly- all on my own after ending a relationship of 15 years. I felt lost and overwhelmed. It felt like the world was crushing in on me. It surprised me to feel this way since I had a strong yoga and meditation practice and felt so deeply devotional to our Creator. I felt like I was chasing so idea of what "God" or "Goddess" was, looking for it outside of myself.

Finally when I stopped spinning from all the stress and change in my life, I was able to feel the deep love and strength that was right in my heart carrying me through this tough time. That feeling is always there when we can become quiet and still and let it fill us instead of chasing, instead of striving.
'Child's Pose' by Lissie Laricchia

Maya

I have worn out my heart

with all of this longing.

My feet ache from the

endless searching.

My legs have dropped me

down to the earth

in complete surrender.

In this quiet stillness,

I realize my folly.

Everything I have been searching for

was within me.

I had been seeking the seeker.

My mind turns in on itself

and there is nothing left for me to do

but laugh.

Laugh so hard the tears roll down

and soften the sweet earth beneath me.


Taya Malakian is a yogini poet who has studied the spiritual traditions of the world, sacred yoga practices and mystical poetry. She uses words and paintings to capture the essence of the Divine beauty that shines through the natural world and the deep wisdom that is available to us. She lives in Nevada City, Ca with her son where she teaches Kundalini yoga and meditation and writes poetry and paints. Please visit her website here for more information. Blessings.





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