Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Thoughts from the Mat on My Birthday

"Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open, 
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings."


I realized today that the practice is similar to a fist opening and closing, binding tightly gripped and then release, stretching out, over and over, in every possible way. Creation of a pose and destruction of the pose, moving on to the next, nothing is permanent, nothing lasts forever, but yet it still all the same.