I spent the better part of the last two days listening for, conceiving & composing this essay, for the first time. Then went, this morning, to open the file, which was saved (regrettably) on one of those Neandrethal floppy-discs (sigh) only to find the disc, like some solid-rock cliff-face, refusing to release its treasure. So here I am again, telling you this same story (but at least for you, its the first time, right? J)

Recently a friend of mine ~ a wonderful artist who spends quite a bit of time working & playing in Hawaii ~ told me the story of spending several months (one summer a couple of years ago) sleeping in an orchard, in Hawaii. The nights were mild, and so this was a very pleasant place to be: warm air, starlight, the scent of blossoming trees. One night, when my friend was particularly relaxed, and feeling spiritually & emotionally expansive, there appeared to her (in a dream? on the screen of her third eye?) a group of plant devas ~ fairy-like light-beings ~ who proceeded to describe to her, in great detail, the way that each spring they would hover (like a flock of hummingbirds) among the branches of the orchard trees, creating ~ with the joyful-bright vibration of their wings ~ the energy (of love & delight & celebration) necessary for the trees then to blossom and ~ later ~ bear fruit.

Now this is an explanation (for the blossoming & fruit-bearing capacity of trees) quite different from what I would likely receive from, say, a university-trained horticulturist, yes? My friends (or at least the plant-devas) explanation might be called magical or even miraculous. The horticultural explanation: decidedly scientific. The difference, on first glance, between the two might seem quite clear, quite obvious.

Yet if we look a little more deeply we discover that oftentimes what is called magical or miraculous are simply those events that lie beyond the current understanding (outside of the conceptual frameworks) of those perceiving them. The other day, in a yoga studio, I noticed a potted plant whose vines were ~ with one exception ~ all growing horizontally along the shelf the pot was resting on, or else draping downward over its edges. There was just a single vine that was growing straight upward, hugging the wall. To me in seemed quite miraculous like some sort of magic was at play, which had been accessed by that one vine, and not the rest.

What I soon learned was that vines of this sort have tiny suction-cup-like structures, which allow them ~ when they come into contact with a wall ~ to attach and climb, in the way that I was seeing. Once I understood this, that single vine was to me no longer so mysterious; its actions (of climbing) were no longer something I would call magic. For now I was in possession of a scientific explanation.

Similarly, there are certain magicians/illusionists (existing most famously, perhaps, in India), who are able ~ via slight-of-hand techniques and/or the chanting of mantras ~ to create the appearance of, say, a cobra when no such thing actually exists. Members of their audience consider the appearance of the snake to be miraculous, while the illusionists themselves understand that the perception of such a snake, by the audience members, is simply a result of skillfully-applied techniques, i.e. is quite scientific. (For wonderful explanations ~ in the language of western science ~ of a host of other so-called yogic miracles, e.g. walking on water, check out the footnotes of Yoganandas Autobiograpy of a Yogi.)

This story is used within Buddhism to illustrate the difference between what are known, on the one hand, as emotional obscurations, and on the other hand, mental obscurations. The belief in the reality of the snake, and the subsequent attachment (based upon fear and/or desire) that the audience members of our story have in relation to this (illusory) appearance (of the snake), is likened to the category of emotional obscurations. The attachment that the illusionist/magician has toward his own creations (which he knows to be illusory) is likened to mental obscurations ~ a more subtle level of veiling, whose resolution takes the practitioner into Buddhahood.

The story is also used in a more general way to illustrate the potential we all have, as human beings, to create a kind of reality which is by-and-large pleasant. We all have the potential to be magicians, whose mastery of a genuine "science of mind" (i.e. Buddha Dharma) allows us to know exactly what actions (of body, speech and mind) need to be taken in order to create the appearance of, say, health, happiness & the ease of well-being, for our selves, our loved ones and, ultimately, all living beings. Yet when we look around (in even the most superficial of ways), what we notice is that this doesnt, for most people, seem to be happening. Its as though we each were in possession of a most amazing & sophisticated "bio-computer" (the system of our physical & subtle bodies), but ~ through some ancient/new mistake ~ had somehow lost the users manual!

So now what? And what does any of this have to do with a Yoga practice? As it turns out, Yoga (in its various incarnations) is not only a great way to stay in shape (via, say, an asana practice), not only a vast & extensive spiritual tradition, but is also, like Buddhism, very much of a science in the sense of comprising a set of techniques which, if skillfully applied, lead to more-or-less predictable outcomes. And what are these outcomes? Physical, emotion & mental health? Yes. Inner clarity and calmness? Yes. Spiritual deepening? Yes. Yoga has also been called ~ by quite a few well-known practitioners ~ a technology of ecstasy which, to a western-trained scientific ear, might be a strange phrase indeed. For a phrase such as this points to something within this science of yoga which is decidedly wonderful, joyous, delicious in a clearly sensual way, yes? To explore this paradox more fully would take us beyond the scope of this essay but for now suffice it to say that science, in the way that we (as westerners) usually think of it, is not the only ingredient necessary for a Yoga practice which aspires to Alchemy ~ to birthing something (which might be nothing) beyond the sum of its parts. Theres something more

To tease out what this something more might be, lets return for a moment to magic, and consider the distinction between (for lack of better words) black magic and white magic. This distinction, for me, has mostly to do with how the magician/illusionist is using power: Is his/her use of power (knowledge, energy, shakti, will) a benefit to all involved Is it a catalyst to ever-increasing joy, clarity & freedom for all beings? Or does his/her use of power require the dis-empowerment, deception or subjugation of others? Is this the kind of magic that engenders/empowers a child-like awe & wonder, a love of and trust in the universe? Or is it the kind of magic which engenders fear, suspicion, a shrinking-back from our natural expanded state, our natural perfection?

My intuition is that magic of a positive, empowering sort, is a necessary ingredient for a Yoga practice that wishes to access those alchemical moments of freshness, joy and ~ every now & again ~ an un-speakable ecstasy. That we need, all of us, not only to become magicians (esoteric scientists) ~ to use skillfully the various mundane & esoteric technologies that are at our disposal; but also that we stand to benefit greatly by cultivating the capacity to be awed (continuously!) by the kaleidoscopic unfolding of our worlds (bodies, minds) much in the way that an audience-member might be awed by a theatre performance, or magic show even though they know all along that its just pretend.

In my own journey, what Ive noticed is that the practice of reading & writing poetry is one thing that keeps me open to magic of this sort. That the use of metaphor, in particular ~ of finding similarity between things previously considered different, of bridging conceptual frameworks ~ tends to keep my mind & senses alive to the magical, miraculous quality of it all a practice which spills over into, informs, and is itself then nourished by my Yoga practice.

That rather than being fierce adversaries, science and magic (with a little help from poetry) might become, in the context of a Yoga practice, best of friends That their relationship might in fact ignite the alchemical fire within which our Yoga practice can, at long last, learn ~ like stars upon a blossoming orchard at night ~ to shine.