As our yoga practice evolves, our power of clear observation increases. We learn to trace continuous strings of feelings & sensations along the central axis of the body, from the pelvic floor up through the root of the navel & the core of the heart, then moving on up through the throat, behind the soft palate, between the centers of the ears, & on out through the crown of the head. In this light, you could say that yoga can be summed up as one simple practice: that of observing what is actually happening in the present moment. Waking up little by little we begin to meet face-on the experience of not knowing, & we are able to accept that we do not have ultimate control over our own body, let alone the entire universe, so that as we meet the truth of impermanence, change & time, we find it to be remarkably exhilaratiing………Richard Freeman
we uncover ‘truths’ in whatever contemplative practice we engage deeply in…we delve into the matrix of ourselves connecting…..coming alive, uncovering roots, pushing through, facing fears….
The practice of contemplation does not work by means of addition or acquisition, but by release, chiseling away thought-shackled illusions of separation from God. We emerge from the debris of separation. The third-century spiritual master Plotinus speaks of contemplation in his treatise ‘On Beauty’: ‘If you do not find yourself beautiful yet,’ he advises, ‘act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful: he cuts away here, he smooths there, he makes this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his work. The sculptor imposes nothing but only frees what is held captive in stone. So do you also, cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labor to make all one glow of beauty & never cease chiseling your statue, until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendour of virtue.’…………Martin Laird
feeling myself on a potter’s wheel….under my own hands…..shaping & reshaping….a subtle curve lifted here & there, & on a good day, I’m not too wonky on the wheel….I turn & turn & lift & dance….the perfect curves of sweet & dark….shadow & color…..
How many times have you seen a blade of grass pushing up through a crack in a sidewalk? A small crack in the thick shell of ego, deliberately created by reading & meditation, is often all that is needed for the living wisdom to find its way into our consciousness…….John Greer