2012.02.03 _ 46

Prostrations in the afternoon. Still tense, though slightly less so. About halfway I remembered that it is possible to not do the prostrations, but instead just allow them and let my body work it out for itself. So sit, imagine the next movement, and then (like my Tai Chi teacher says) wait for the wave to come and take you along.

Oh, what a nice shift, Wester, thanks for sharing that with us!
I spent some time this morning working with visualizations; such a powerful way to invite the mind to switch away from its usual tracks.

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Cuttting in half a red cabbage for a lunch salad, I marvel at the exquisite design, contemplating the labyrinthic purple rings. #timestamp

Dream quality or YSBS quality to much of the day... range of emotions, depth, silliness, sadness, restlessness, wonder... yet as though lovingly cushioned, deeply nested in the heart of Being... feel like Rumi's Guest House itself.

added later and likely last, sparked by such beautiful lines, Eos, and Luci's Stravinsky:

"Yet from not
Holding on"

In all things
deep music

playing only in
immediacy

notes
end balanced on
the exhale edited 03:24, 4 Feb 2012

It's funny that you should say that Eden. I've just finished a painting made from using a photocopy of a cabbage cut in half, for inspiration, but in different colours of course. Because I enlarged a small section of the overall photo, it struck me that a cabbage could become like one of those chaos theory patterns that go on for ever as you keep enlarging them. infinite reality in a "mundane" cabbage!

Rather than trying to prevent beginnings (of thoughts et el arising), played with paying attention to their endings. Full acknowledgement, yet from point of view of their not being (felt a bit like YSBS). Presence, rather than absence, practice, yet from not holding on.