To escape the path of ordinary life is hard, that's why we tend gardens, or even have a plant on the desk.
I just did an an hours yoga, and kinda disappeared. Some of you cynical people will probably say I disappeared up my own asshole, or naval. I recommend yoga for being able to disappear, it's a good trick if you can learn it, with out the hour of postures disappearing would be magic. With todays idiots in control, I more and more want to disappear. Yesterday, coming up from a scuba dive I was enveloped in a cloud of shit! Literally not metaphorically, they were pouring sewage into the sea! It was a bit fraught as I had to do my decompression stop, and had no access to my instrument watch, computer etc.
The turning point! This is when my skin is not the outside of me but the beginning. No clouds of human shit here!
At the still point of the turning world.
Nether flesh nor fleshless.
Neither from nor towards,
at the still point,
there the dance is.
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point.
To turn on a sixpence, or in the eye of a needle.
Go for a run, or a walk at lunch. Do a short little yoga thing. Be at peace.
A quite moment with the sea and the spiral of energy that goes around your spine and ascends on wings.
|just another sunset. a turning point for the earth|