Sunday, April 26, 2015

What Do You Do?

Are you busy -- so busy, a list might be required, a schedule?  So many things to do.  Must you do them?  Are your idle hands a devil's workshop, reaching for potato chips when they ought to be kept busy, making something up, sorting something out?  Would laying your hands down, at rest, alongside your still body, feel wrong and worrisome and somehow unworthy?

If you could do just one thing -- one thing at a time, giving it your full attention, offering your true self -- would you?  Would you drive the car, eyes on the unfolding road, responding in real time, no one on the phone, no tunes in the player, no thoughts at play in the fields of your ever-scanning mind?  

A body in motion stays in motion.  Is that your desire?  Is it your fear?  Stop, and time stands still. Here you are.  Here is your pain -- and here is your answer, within, becoming without, but only if you let rise in this very moment.  

Are you an unintentional multi-tasker?  Walking in the woods, do you suddenly snap to attention, realizing you've been in your own head for the past mile, on physical auto-pilot, as if wearing earbuds, channeled into some program, which might be fine if the intention was merely moving limbs while attending elsewhere, but totally the opposite of BEING ... in the woods.  Is it possible to see the beauty, to be with nature, except in presence?

Would you give, of yourself?

Now is the end of intentional multi-tasking.  The unintentional stuff, not so much. Washing dishes, say to yourself, here I am washing this glass, watching as I wash this glass, then ...  there they are, prancing into your mind's eye, the boots you just ordered.  Back to the glass .. the boots ... and so on.  

Meditation often eludes.  Thoughts seem attractive -- thinking, valuable.  The goal assumes a requirement of longish spells, to "get there." There, being a body-free experience, unaware of individuality, of anything, beyond awareness. 

Now, drink in the glory of redwoods.  Now, feel the warmth of a dog.  Now, immerse in a hot, outdoor tub.  

It's a start.


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