2011.10.13 _ 42

Standing meditation, right after waking up.

Worked some more with letting both stress and tiredness flow away. Shifted the focus a bit more towards allowing instead of doing.

When trying out a new aspect of meditation, I inevitably start with doing it, as just allowing does not work at the inception stage. The body and mind have to know what they can do, and then it becomes a new degree of freedom to be allowed.

each entry a step.. in a queue.. new days, blessed with rising rays.. I wait for the other foot to appear.. sometimes doing.. sometimes allowing.. and sometimes pausing.. cycles of lightness and darkness.. thoughts of adequacy, glancing to an objective or the length of the line. Playing displacement. Here is the body.. again.. lining up, fluxing.. expanding, contracting.. here, here, here

Dream catcher precision
Lightly hooked

on the moment's branches
Angles caught

Opening up beneath
a good morning moon edited 12:00, 13 Oct 2011

inspired by yesterday's poetic cave talk, by Eden, Eos, Aphrodite, Lucinda:

foggy morning ride
train windows rain patterns heels
click clack to exit

Recliner sit:

Ahhh!

Silence is a healing cave.
Solitude is also a healing cave.

(Ask a hermit.) edited 16:35, 13 Oct 2011

42

::: Poetry cocktail
::: At the Russian consulate
:::.Cyrillic time-cap

stopped rushing forward to meet something imagined from the future
sat there waiting to reside with the present moment

remembered the experience from times past

the feeling was one of sitting in sunlight with nothing to do

The full moon tugs.
Gentle words caress.
Breath moving slowly.
Heart opening quietly. edited 05:39, 14 Oct 2011