Today, as I sat (supposedly) in meditation, in a chair not a cushion —with one knee folded traditionally and one "wounded knee" outstretched —the imperfections, disappointments in (my) and all life popped up like ducks in a shooting gallery.
Try your luck! Dunk the duck!
Quacks: will recent hiking fall prevent me from ever sitting in full lotus again? Is my yoga practice moving toward more first series adaptations? Will I ever recover the "difficult" ones from second series again? What about running? What about aging? What about love? And everything else?
more: unconscious and conscious shoulds quack what I ought to/"must" do or accomplish daily ingrained quack efforts to please prove (my) "goodness" quack MY goodness!! quack MY yoga practice quack how to fill or fix quack the needs and woes of others quack and so on quack and on and on...
definitely
infinitely
deafening
try your luck they said
my trying luck
was running out
then it stopped
and that old/new magic
happened
again and always
all things are beautifully fine
no need to try
so hard
or at all
ALL IS WELL
so well someone
allowed everything
to be as it is
exhale
My goodness! What just happened?
Goodness!
Boundless love to the infinite, mundane, everything between, and to those helpful ducks!
post script: It's been over 2 years! Thought post in 2020 was going to turn out to be the last. However, this putting word energy into the ether is grounding - (for me).
And the above post may be a partial summary of COVID experience.
LIFE IS GOOD
(even when it's not!)
boundlessness
