6.02.2004

a meditation graciously shared with me, that i am pleased to share with you. enjoy.
sitting comfortably, leaning against the big ball, listening to movements of breath, sensing subtle threads of charge spinning out from my core, the quiet depths filled with time’s turning tendrils. attention melts into a line of force drawing left scapula down to backbellyribs. intentional amplification following the force, a gentle increasing of effort acknowledging the pull. listening with every beat, now scanning right, releasing all superfluous effort, differentiating from the original impulse. knees, pelvis, belly, right shoulder, throat, face, jaw eyes. quiet, quiet. returning to original contraction, still amplified. finding the space at the bottom of a breath. waiting, listening, pure focus, ready, quiet. slow release of all effort as breath begins my being anew. floating in a pool of gentle waves rippling through my watery cells, a sustained delight of sweet flow opening a vast space of heart-mindedness expanding as an infinite ground.

a colored bead of light rises from the dark blueness, a gathering brightness of will remembering time’s gathered intelligence, wisdom’s intention guiding wholeness home. a return to the original effort, the gentle pulling down of left shoulder. and release. pulling down again, this time, just a little less. release. pull again, gentler still. release. repeating the pattern with every breath, each time with less and less effort. the gentle ringing of the charged bell is quieter still, quieter, still, the effort now as subtle as the fading echo of a lover’s whisper good night, fading into nothing but movement’s purest intention, an organized potential, this then, now released, silence, undivided.

resting in this silent breeze of being, sensation slowly awakening, peaceful, lucid, little drops of thought begin falling into the pond. noticing, smiling, welcoming. there’s one, hello, hey. words return, a deeper voice, a nudge, let’s go share. yes, yes, that i will do. and here, writing as easy as a deep breath upon mountain’s slope.
posted by ashley

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