C Christian Dahinden

C Christian Dahinden
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C. Christian Dahinden, the Chadyoga Upanisad, is a feral monk, writer and mystic, as well as an artist and musician.
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Recent pages by C Christian Dahinden

This article explores a commonly held notion that the yoga postures and meditation are somehow different stages of yoga and should be practiced separately. It is my experience that the two complement each other very well as a single practice. Though taking the time to consciously care...
This article is concerned with the art and practice of yoga. It is a presentation from the perspective of an unconventional practitioner rather than indoctrinated devotee of a particular style or tradition. The ideas expressed here are drawn directly from my twenty year love affair wi...
This page is the first in a series of articles detailing the practice of yoga, as I see it. It is intended to present the art of yoga from the perspective of a unconventional practitioner rather than a proponent of a particular style or tradition. The ideas expressed in these articles...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
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