73 Mayas

fall rose at Lake Junaluska, NC

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tsu - from chapter 16

Empty yourself of everything.

Let the mind rest at peace.

The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return.

They grow and flourish and then return to the source.

Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature.

The way of nature is unchanging.

Knowing constancy is insight...

Being at one with the Tao is eternal.

And though the body dies, the Tao will never pass away

The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return.

Today, now, this week, this month, lately - not feeling any sentences, paragraphs, themes.

Though a lot has happened. So much has happened. Ten thousand things. Ten thousand.

Starter list of 73:

1. fall 
2. shoulder
3. surgery
4. yoga 
5. strength
6. pain
7. the blues 
8. Buddy Guy
9. fall sounds
10. windfall
11. prana
12. prajna
13. heart beats
14. deep red
15. gold leaf
16. bagging
17. baggage
18. leafing
19. raw carrots 
20. sprouted oatmeal cupcakes
21. earthy
22. leaving
23. Bon Iver
24. winter is coming
25. daggers
26. heartbreak
27. therapy
28. aging
29. ashtanga homies
30. friendship
31. falling
32. letting go 
33. FaceBook
34. politics
35. #45
36. vises
37. headaches
38. purple 
39. Lululemon underwear
40. raking 
41. unwanted poplar saplings
42. granite 
43. skylight
44. sun
45. birthday
46. stem cells
47. roses 
48. long stem 
49. handstand
50. balance
51. equinox
52. Sharath
53. Mysore 
54. idlis
55. fermented
56. backbends
57. shoulder soldier
58. making peace 
59. loving
60. warfare
61. open hearted
62. sleep
63. cat nap
64. cat eyes
65. blind mice
66. running
67. Tesla
68. yearning
69. betrayal
70. heartsong
71. bird song
72. Om mane padme hum
73. one song

metta

The ten thousand things, the boundless multiplicity of Maya (illusion) is a Chinese expression used to mean the indefinite multitude of all forms and beings in manifest existence. - Internet

Form does not differ from emptiness; emptiness does not differ from form. 

Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form. - Heart Sutra

from Rubin Museum, NYC

post script:  I originally intended this blob or blog to be for older Ashtangis to share what was going on with them. That never happened! Better suited for FB in this page —Ashtanga Home Practitioners (#50AY) and I am pleased that Ashtangis 50 and up are now sharing there.
Yoga, art, and everything else have so much blended together in this head/heart, that I've lost track of why I started blogging in the fist place .  -M