Where are you, Where are you.

This sentence has kept me thinking today...where are you. where are you. Sometimes I loose track of where I am. In a deeper sense if you know what I mean. Where is my true nature hiding, where is my inner voice resting, where is Ana. Not the mother, not the teacher, not the friend, not the yogini, but the woman. Where are you Ana? Check in. Ask the question to yourself. Where are you. Where are you? See what comes up. And find yourself in a new way, in a unique way, in a way that you can reclaim the full measure of your true nature. Can you accept this challenge? Open up, open up the cage where you have locked yourself in, and fly.

This poem to dive into..

“What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can-opener in his hand, wondering where to begin – to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it. I know it because I feel so marvelous myself most of the time. And when I feel that way everybody seems marvelous… everybody and everything… even pebbles and pieces of cardboard… a match stick lying in the gutter… anything… a goat’s beard, if you like. That’s what I want to write about… and then we’re all going to see clearly, see what a staggering, wonderful, beautiful world it is.” — Henry Miller