Today when I lay down in shavasana I feel my hair against my neck as my head touches the ground. Abundant shiny hair. I think of Shiva’s hair – scooped up on his head, adorned by a crescent moon. The king of yogis. His hair is power and beauty. There is the sense of being adorned by your own strength – coiffed by your inner resources. Power, beauty. Inner, outer. Depth, surface. The veil between inner and outer dissolves. I notice that my body feels suspended just a teeny bit above the ground – as if there is a sheet of space between floor and flesh.
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Today when I lay down in shavasana my arms are very close to my body which feels ramrod straight. I wonder what it would feel like for the body to be dead. Corpse pose. I think about the fact that this is a contradictory thought – a dead body wouldn’t know what it feels like to be a dead body. After a while I feel prana moving around my toes, legs and then dancing around all parts of my body from one place to the next.
Today when I lay down in shavasana my body feels sucked into the ground and prana moves fast and hard through my body in a swirling vortex movement. It feels like a strong vibration whirling around the body- as if the whole body feels dizzy. Brahma Shakti (energy of creation) whirling through fascia, blood, muscle.
Today when I lay down in shavasana (corpse pose) my navel chakra is warm – like there’s a mini sun shining down on it. This is the place of food and the thinking mind (manas). There is a verse in the Upanishads that says that the most physical part of food is excreted from the body; the subtle part of food is absorbed into the body and the subtlest part is absorbed into the thinking mind. Food nourishes mind.
Today when I lay down in shavasana my eyes are open. My body feels very flat against the ground – like a cartoon figure that has been flattened by a steam roller.
My heart chakra is pulsing and feels swollen on the left side. Prana is pulsing there very strongly. My breath is strong, audible and flowing through my upper lungs. My chest rises and falls.
Then the star that I see through my third eye appears in front of me. Its pale blue-white, and it is faint against the white ceiling. I decide to practice shambhavi mudra – the soft, unfocused gaze where your peripheral vision comes into play. Inner focus, outward gaze. Outer sight and inner sight embracing each other.
I notice that my breath has shifted. It is inaudible and my belly is rising and falling as breath flows through my lower lungs.
Today when I lay down in shavasana my attention was drawn to my crown chakra – specifically to the atom point through which one enters the subtle space. Gently I feel the space above my head expand. My whole body seems to elongate – my feet feel far away. Hovering in this space above the thousand petalled lotus I relish this body – ever new, and full of delightful surprises.
The body is far more fluid and subtle than we usually give it credit for.
Poolside shavasana. Today when I lay down in corpse pose I felt suspended. The sound of the water added to this. The edges of my body softened into fuzz. Strong wave of prana flowed through the flesh of my buttocks into my hip bones which felt pushed forward – like they were yawning and stretching. Fuzzy edges of body. My toes tingled and the soles of my feet felt polished – ‘like alabaster’ was the phrase that came to mind.
When I walked out of the gym a little while later I noticed that my hip bones felt springier and more ‘in place’.
Today when I lay down in corpse pose I felt the right side of my body to be heavier than the left. I noticed that my head was titled to the right and my left leg was turned out so that the outside of the foot almost grazed the floor. It felt like my left shoulder was lower than my right.
I stayed with this weightiness, not attempting to bring my posture into symmetry. Its all too easy to correct the pose rather than listening to its lag/ log/ logic. What has my heavy right side logged in its wisdom? The weight said ‘Wait’. ‘More stillness’. ‘Turn inward even deeper.’
As you read this what has your posture logged in its wisdom? What is its weight telling you?