Sitting #2

This energy is massive. It bursts through the room and reaches out into infinity. There is also that pain or pressure in the upper right portion of the brain. It pulses and seems to surge forth, but it in no way obstructs the liberation that allows clarity.

As one sits in the chair, this aliveness seems to pulse, like a metronome that counts in waves, not in beats.

This is all so fascinating.

Thoughts come and go, memories come and go, but there is nothing that tries to hold them. Without attachment, the thoughts are seen as a beautiful movement of the brain. The ebb and tide of these thoughts is wonderful to behold.

If one tries to hold thoughts out of fear, the beauty of what is will always slip through the fingers. That natural functioning will be missed, and the beauty of the organism will never be seen.

Slow down and experience the body and all of the wonders within. Let go of the need to know, the need to have, and see what is there.

This energy engulfs all. It is the purest essence of life.

The pain in the head is slipping away. But still, I may not much sleep tonight.

Sitting #1

I move, and it is there. I move, and it is there.

I move, and it is there.

Everywhere is movement, and all is being. Thoughts bubble up to the surface then disappear into itself, like countless vegetables bobbing in and out of sight as the soup gently boils.

The sensation in the brain is very sharp and biting this evening. Sometimes it hits like a frozen icepick, and it is all the proof one has that some kind of head exists.

Listening to the voice on the stereo, the mind gently vibrates as the words come and go. The words are understood, but they do not stick.

Listening happens, and the brain throbs in concert with what is heard.

It is not enough to hear. Listen!

Listen to the birds, the wind, your feet on the pavement. Be with it, in every moment, right to the very core of being. Walk until you lose yourself.