after the kriya, i remained in an altered state: a soft feeling around my body, a sense of comfort. i did not want to stop meditating after the allotted time. i had the notion that it may have been attachment to pleasure creeping into my experience so i raised myself out of the pose & slowly stretched.
there was something in the air today. i felt melted, an inner sun dissolving the hard places. internal heat; a sense of something slipping away, space being made; golden light emerging. and the afternoon itself was yellow, walking was each step easy & houses festive decorated, simple solace strolling down the middle of the street, touched by the thoughtfulness of ribbons, ornaments & lights.
planted over a hundred seedlings this evening. the beds are deceptively diminutive & fit more than what can be deduced simply by looking. i planted with bare hands & walked with bare feet in the fresh black soil laying tape measure to set straight rows. Joy arrived & we planted together, talking & silent, wrestling to eject the tender seedlings from their plastic cocoons sometimes too soon & soil spilled, roots exposed. replaced explicatives in the garden with the sound OM, maintaining the peace space & laughing out loud under a night sky & nearly new moon.
gathered with friends at Blisstonia to sing together, shook shakers & hit hand drums to songs i didn't know and didn't have the mind to learn the words to. but i fell into a deep quiet inside despite keeping a tambourine in time with the guitar. colored lights lined the ficus & the beauty of the room filled me.
gratitude in the spaces between talking & doing, meeting & moving, eyes opened & eyes closed. thank you for the love, ease, comfort, support, creativity, opportunities! thank you for truth, teachers, organic food, meditation, music, oracles! thank you for cell phones, carpools, Gmail chat, Kerr jars, e-calendars, Cuisinarts & facebook!
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