is of no shape or form
untouched by all the vicissitudes of living
and intimately one with them
the motion of our motionless consciousness is
this momentary unfolding,
this kaleidoscopic mirage of perception,
this revelation of sound and space.
there is no duality,
there is no separation,
there is no subdivision;
there is only Presence.
in the silence of being
emerges a break of light,
the vibration of form,
the foreground of consciousness.
in yoga we explore the foreground-elements of awareness
as a humble offering towards the silence we Know,
without agenda, without goal, without appropriation;
or, rather, with the clear orientation of revealing these tendencies of thought.
there is no end to yoga, just as there is no end to being-existence.
there may be steps along the way from which we do not look back,
there may be a time when the body loses its sense of density, heaviness, dullness. there may be a time when the belief in a separate doer in-the-body dissolves to more subtlety. there may be a time when perception itself reveals the silence of the non-perceiving beyond conceptualization.
but these are rather empty, fruitless words.
what matters is this experience, right now.
Can I love what I feel?
Can I love what I experience?
Can I love what presents itself, this play within the infinite?
and completely dissolve into that generosity,
wherein the foreground and the background
are known, or unknown, as you like…
wherein the stillness of Peace
lives in harmony with
the movement of Joy?
Peace, we could say, is the background, the most essential self,
Not really a ‘feeling’ –
Joy, we could say, is the foreground, the fact that there is Life at all,
Not really an ‘ecstatic state’ –
It is to say Yes, ultimately –
To Beingness, to Stillness, to Silence.
To Life, to Motion, to Vibration.