Mindfulness

Serendipity in a paradox 1. :

Feet are buried in the mud, enabling us

to peer closely at the lotus petals.

"If we are thinking only of the cup of tea that awaits us, we are incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink

-actually incapable of living one minute of life."

(-paraphrased from the teachings of Thich Nhat Hahn) 

(photo: 2008, Mineral King backpack trip to glacial-fed Monarch Lakes

between the first and the last

Harmonic murmering - swinging open the doors
Soft eyes - in the vortex of the windstorm
Steady gaze - held in a familiar hammock
Slow motion blink - film strip strobing by
Upturned corners - grinning over and over inside
Inhale the scent - to lift a balloon above the sky


Owed to my teachers: of yoga, friendship, and love.

jabberwoky-meditation

Breal

startep

infull

expanourish

holdergy

exhaleans

releasflow

intendknow

livenow

Ibow

This is a poem of made up words. Two actual words combined if you look closely, addressing breath used in healing meditation, to calm and energize. (for those of you who don't get it, ask and I will translate.)

Somertimes you have to remake yourself, from something familiar but undesired, into something you didn't know of or have before.  I am not talking about a trite New Year's resolution.  But by letting go, accepting change, chosing a new path, seeking peace, healing from loss, we may have to envision unfamiliar territory. 

Breath/heal.

In a breath of time

In a fog out of a fire


Circular myopic un-centeredness

Repeating recycling reminiscing rehearsing

Gazing blocked by a gauze veil.



Blurred vision in a smoky haze,

Only seeing my navel and toes.

How beautiful life is

Safely in myself with hindsight.



What if, what about, when again, who will know?

Nowhere, nobody, no-how, nothing.

Tangible life goes on in spite

Answering nothing, answering all.



In my wandering spiral web

Clarity comes when a veil is lifted,

Unannounced, unbidden, unaware until

Instantaneous awareness, and vision’s rippped open.



All is detail, all is color, all is texture, all is thine

None is here, none is permanent, none is mine, all is divine.

Variation and contrast, translucence and iridescence

Outside, over there, otherness, horizonless,



Seeing the soul in a breath of time.


photo: HG Giese