Looking up,
fluxing colours draw my vision
across waves of red, and gold, yellow and orange…arising from the many
shades of oceanic forest green,
against a larger ocean of grey, turbulent clouded sky.
As year’s light wanes,
and darkness waxes strong.
Oceans above,
below,
within,
inviting the journey to explore.
Tree limbs bared
reaching towards the sky,
exposed,
vulnerable.
Evoking stirrings of fear,
tinged with sadness
within this world of impermanence.
Clinging,
to summers lingering touches,
to warmth and light and normal greens.
Pushing away
the cold and dark,
wet and wildly coloured.
Falling back, or forward into
patterns of old, conditionings,
configurations of being…
Often
stuck
inertia/full.
Falling rain,
oceans gift restoring river’s blue flow.
Cleansing,
opening the way for letting go
and return.
Again,
pushing against its limits
moving on
unlocking the flow to that
greater ocean,
that fills my breath
with wholehearted life.
Leaves dropping
shed,
no longer needed in the shortness of winters days.
Blowing,
filling the horizontal
where they fall,
to nourish the earth again.
Blowing,
filling the horizontal
to be blown and raked, shifted
on the backs of dinosaurs
to nourish (?) the earth again.
Net sum: to be determined,
though we seem to know the answer.
Reminding us to consider;
What mountains might I let diminish back to the size of molehills?
What do we not need to carry?
What does not serve?
As in each time we come to mat in yin
to lean into the deep flows of body and breath,
heart,
and mind,
knotted in the darkness,
the oft quiet stillness,
seeing more clearly that which blinds, and binds.
To soften and listen,
choosing to let go,
…..or at least to loosen
the boundaries that hold us tight.
Creating the space to let the river of self
more fully flow.
