05/03/2025
Sākṣī – The Witness
I have just emerged from the Teacher Training at Govardhan Eco Village, India, a journey not just of movement, but of stillness; not just of learning, but of unlearning…
Yoga, in its truest form, is the practice of witnessing. Not merely the postures, the breath, or the mind’s chatter, but the very nature of our existence. To stand in the space of Sākṣī, the silent observer, is to watch the self dissolve and reform in each passing moment. It is here that we begin to see: the ways the ego reaches to shine, the ways it contracts in fear, the subtle ways we cling or recoil. And just as in life, on the mat, we make choices, to engage or avoid, to lean in or step back, to meet resistance with curiosity or with retreat…
Yet, the paradox of witnessing is this: the more we observe, the less we remain attached to the one who observes. The idea of ‘self’ becomes porous, shape-shifting between the one who acts and the one who watches. Who, then, are we…? The one struggling through the posture, or the one aware of the struggle…? The one avoiding the challenge, or the one recognising avoidance…?
The inner and outer worlds are yoked more deeply than we ever knew. If we resist the hard work on the mat, where else in life are we resisting the necessary transformations…? If we collapse when no one is watching, where else are we relinquishing responsibility for our own evolution…? The discipline of yoga is not about perfecting shapes, it is about refining our awareness, about peeling away the illusion of separateness until we begin to see clearly…
This journey has been a mirror, a quiet unveiling, a space where surrender and effort coexist. And for this, my heart overflows with gratitude, for my teachers .azahar & .lunegova, whose wisdom carved the path, for the mentors , , .berlin & , who held space for our growth, and for , who kept us anchored when the inner waves felt unsteady.
In the end, yoga is not about what we do, but what we see, and beyond that, the realisation that there is no ‘other’ to witness, only the eternal unfolding of the self.
Hari Om Tat Sat.