There are no accidents. Spells, charms, incantations There Yoga poses jungle is nothing left to say The magic of music enfolds intention Centuries of knowledge Layers of experience Yoga poses jungle, an entire history In a few melodies Our lifetime is packaged inside of us As imprints triggered by lyric Wrapped in words the way a Spider wraps flies in a gossamer We are both the spider and the fly Imprisoned and free in our own web When I say that there are no accidents, I mean to say that when you are open, you find the message in just about everything that echoes perfectly for where you are on your spiritual path. For me, there are many lessons to be found in this poem. The first word that.
As the Katha, earlier on, uses the metaphor of a chariot' – disciplining and channelling the power of horses – the reader realises that yoga is similar about controlling the senses and mind.
The body-mind system is namely seen as a chariot:
Know the self as a rider in a chariot, and the body as simply the chariot, know the intellect as the charioteer, and the mind as simply the reins. The senses they say are the horses. .