Winds blow through trees leaves. Wind blows through me. I wrap the blanket tighly around my bare legs. Light drizzle. Ecopond’s surface breaks into small dropets, like sparkling of stars.
Suspended in the night, consciousness sleeps. Stars dance across the milky way. Floor feels hot, heat from yesterday. Through the bottom of the door, breeze enters, invitation to open the windows. Let us in, the new day. We are on our way.
Legs cross. Back straightens. Hands rest by my sides, atop the round cushion. Eyes close. Take a big breath. I am starting again. Mind races. Inhale. Mind runs away. Exhale. There it goes again.
Inhale, feel the air fill my lungs. Exhale. Slowly, start again. Observe my respiration. This is the best time to meditate, Goenkaji says. Anicca. Everything is impermanent.
Rhythmic motion of the body oxygenating, giving life to every cell in my body. Exhaling, emptying myself of now a deadly gas that once gave life. How quickly things change.
Inhaling, I cling to life. Exhaling, I let it go. Wild swing of the pendulum, moving clock hands. Yet, I find myself in the middle of nowhere, how do I always find myself here, I wonder. I choose elsewhere.
Musings of life. Thoughts come and go. Like waves along the shore. On the floor, dust collects. I sweep and mop. Like the floor, I clean my mind collecting dust.
Body somehow knows how to count every second and minute, from the continued practice of sitting daily. Confirmed by sing-song of birds on the massive tree outside my window. Chanting follows, and alarm beeps. It is 5 am.
I can hear more cars drive by. The veil of the night slowly, turning orange and white, revealing the blue sky of endless possibilities.
I open my eyes. Unfold my legs.
To meditation, I dedicate this love letter.
For teaching me to start again. To see things as they are. To let go. To bring it back to the basics of breath. To life itself.
[Seven. Colors of the rainbow: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Navy Purple.
Seven. Musical notes: Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Seven days. Seven notes and colors of the entire spectrum. Of infinite possibilities, on this palette of 7 days.]
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