It's not about getting the body into the postures
in the right way.
It's about being in a right way,
while helping the body to learn the postures.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
The truth is …
The truth is aesthetically alluring.
It's beautiful, ingenious, elegant, eloquent, organic and graceful.
The truth is unsympathetic.
It cares nothing of our attempts to interpret and explain it, or of substantiating our beliefs, desires and illusions.
The truth is compassionate.
It's understanding, patient, nurturing and fully accepting of our perennial misunderstandings.
The truth is elusive.
It flirts coyly, remaining amorphous and non-committal, occasionally contradicting itself to keep our interest peeked.
The truth is generous.
It freely, and repeatedly, offers a greater and clearer understanding for us to infuse into our being.
The truth is easily distorted.
It seems to contort under the weight of our wishes and expectations, when we try to pin it down in our minds.
The truth is freeing.
It perpetually encourages and assists us, to refresh and renew ourselves and our views.
The truth is transcendent.
It's a regular at meetings of the local “unknowables” support group, along with consciousness, eternity and infinity.
The truth speaks in silence.
It uses a language, never composed or taught, yet understood by all who foster the care to listen.
The truth is the ultimate prey for a lifelong quest.
It's breadth and depth continually expand to exceed our capacity for knowledge and understanding, like robotic rabbits tirelessly tempting greyhounds to strive with complete commitment.
The truth strikes like lightening.
It rewrites the terrain like a tidal wave, plasters over existing presumptions like a pyroclastic flow and displaces what was before with a meteoric splash.
The truth is, what it is.
It both defines, and is defined by, the endless unfolding of the infinite cosmos and the ethereal tidal forces that spawn suns and black holes, inspire life and evolution, and push the pollen particles and planetary pebbles about.
The truth is …
It's beautiful, ingenious, elegant, eloquent, organic and graceful.
The truth is unsympathetic.
It cares nothing of our attempts to interpret and explain it, or of substantiating our beliefs, desires and illusions.
The truth is compassionate.
It's understanding, patient, nurturing and fully accepting of our perennial misunderstandings.
The truth is elusive.
It flirts coyly, remaining amorphous and non-committal, occasionally contradicting itself to keep our interest peeked.
The truth is generous.
It freely, and repeatedly, offers a greater and clearer understanding for us to infuse into our being.
The truth is easily distorted.
It seems to contort under the weight of our wishes and expectations, when we try to pin it down in our minds.
The truth is freeing.
It perpetually encourages and assists us, to refresh and renew ourselves and our views.
The truth is transcendent.
It's a regular at meetings of the local “unknowables” support group, along with consciousness, eternity and infinity.
The truth speaks in silence.
It uses a language, never composed or taught, yet understood by all who foster the care to listen.
The truth is the ultimate prey for a lifelong quest.
It's breadth and depth continually expand to exceed our capacity for knowledge and understanding, like robotic rabbits tirelessly tempting greyhounds to strive with complete commitment.
The truth strikes like lightening.
It rewrites the terrain like a tidal wave, plasters over existing presumptions like a pyroclastic flow and displaces what was before with a meteoric splash.
The truth is, what it is.
It both defines, and is defined by, the endless unfolding of the infinite cosmos and the ethereal tidal forces that spawn suns and black holes, inspire life and evolution, and push the pollen particles and planetary pebbles about.
The truth is …
Friday, January 14, 2011
Drifting Together
Looking at snowflakes under magnification,
they all appear different.
Watching them fall from the sky,
they all seem the same.
Seeing them on the ground,
they're all one.
I guess we're all a little flaky.
they all appear different.
Watching them fall from the sky,
they all seem the same.
Seeing them on the ground,
they're all one.
I guess we're all a little flaky.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A New World
I seek to understand another world beyond what I can experience. I'm a dolphin wishing to know of mountain goats, dust storms and forest fires. I don't want to build on my understanding, but want it to be erased and replaced with another template, in a new context. I long for this notion of what is, this fantasy that I've been cobbling together for a half of a century, to be shredded and scattered and forgotten. I want to trade in my five senses for six new ones, to exchange my clumsy thinking for clear knowing. There's so very much that I can't perceive and that won't fit into my simple story. I intuit that it's there and yearn to embrace it, but here I am, left to frolic beneath the waves, merely dreaming of dragonflies and tumble weeds.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Faithfully Yours
People are always crediting God for getting them through tough times, when it's really their faith that did it. They chose to believe that some benevolent deity would look after them and theirs, but that needn't be a part of the equation, at all. Faith, in and of itself is the source of the spirit of perseverance, and the strength to overcome trials and triumph, despite any echoing voices of doubt. Faith that things are OK and will work out for the best, that one will survive, prosper or be a force for good. Faith that no matter what happens, adversity will be overcome and one will become better as a result.
God doesn't do anything, faith does.
God doesn't do anything, faith does.
Certain Freedoms
Philosophers, spiritual aspirants and scientists have certain freedoms, not permitted in the halls of religion and politics. They're able to hold multiple contradictory theories at once, without feeling conflicted. They comfortably embrace a quest for the honest truth, at whatever cost to their history and suppositions. They're strengthened by knowing that unquestioning commitment is fool hearty and disempowering. They see being proven wrong or shown another way, as welcomed progress. They understand that faith can, and does, thrive in the absence of fixed belief. And they're allowed, in fact, expected to think and judge for themselves.
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