2012.02.12 _ 55

Prostrations in the early afternoon, some of them "done", some of them "allowed".
Letting go of the idea that there should be some sort of trend to my life, going upwards or downwards.

Early morning time practice, about an hour, effectively exploring bounds of comfort zone by questioning everything, exploring how to view everything as dissolving in time, as never having been every thing, and then questioning that kind of practice . . .

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Self-healing path no 8: Lying face down, arms and legs wide open, I visualize myself relaxing on a warm patch of emerald moss, breathing in and out slowly. I then sink into Mother Earth, like in a cataplasm of green clay, surrendering my physical body as well as my subtle bodies. When I start feeling lighter, I turn around, facing up and drinking in the cosmic lights of the Snow moon, distant nebulas and constellations. #timestamp edited 04:20, 13 Feb 2012

Just this formless dance. Seeing resisting, not liking parts of it. Resistance will wear itself out.

Early Valentine for PaB

Such as it is...
Happy accident
or funny valentine,
Take your pick.

A heart-shaped invitation,
Unfolded the space
Between your screens
your dreams,
and mine.

And we all fell,
All in --
Though not an in,
one climbs out of.

Someone is laughing,
Someone is singing,

Songs of Enoughness
from ten directions
travel the angles of time.

(2 days from my PaB anniversary and on the 55th day, noting 55 breaths practice continues daily yet has become on its own, a kind of tong len) edited 00:11, 13 Feb 2012

Several extended pauses throughout this day (makes the weekend different). Meanwhile both the pauses and the motions all fall into the heart-shaped unfolding: whatever you meet, and the meeter yourself, is wrapped in that red ribbon.