Saturday, November 21, 2009

today exist without "I' but only eyes, and watch the unfolding.  a quilt of leaves, orange, red, brown, washed in our endless rains.  through the branches of a few old cedars, eagles falsetto the abrupt nature of progression.  purple chards and cabbages grow my winter garden-the unkempt season of autumn.

Loose threads

I awake today with the strength of my life before me, who I am, what I accomplish each moment revisits another day, another life and addresses it, the plateaus of being that carry us.  Better to be a willing witness to it,  to watch the show unfold.  The willing of self to slow down, not rush into the fray with everything ablaze, but only give gentle release, and the bending, flexible self, beyond asana, beyond body, within the universal being.  Holding onto my yoga practice engages and enables me to embrace my position despite any adversary and know when to unpick it all and start over again.  The simple position of back and breath are enough to remind us where we are and who we are within a particular moment-to move the subtle body, bandhas held, relaxed awareness--carry it with you as often as possible especially when confronted with the endless possibility of fulfillment of desire-so many, too many choices and only a few precious seconds of relief.