the story of
go outside your house to see the flowers.
friend, don't bother with that excursion.
your body there are flowers.
flower has a thousand petals.
will do for a place to sit.
there you will have a glimpse of beauty
the body and out of it,
gardens and after gardens.
Story of this Painting
took me three hours to find my root chakra. You'd think sitting quietly,
trying to focus your attention on the place where your bottom touches
the cushion would be no problem. That was the beginning of meditation's
dance with my delinquent thought process. It ran as if being chased
by the hounds of Baskerville anywhere in my body or universe but to
that place of encounter with the earth and gravity. Determination hardened
my will and I stiffened up like a board with resolve to catch my mind
and put it where it did not want to go. Hours passed and in taking a
quick break I'd glance at a face strained with horror at my seeming
inability to get "there" let alone steal a glance at what
it was that was waiting in mystery when I arrived. My guide looked
quite unperturbed, sitting softly, face relaxed and peaceful, gently
encouraging me to continue my efforts. Perhaps it was his sweet energy
that finally permeated my thick armor and coaxed me to calm down and
enjoy my breath. Layer upon layer of stuff began to lift off, and my
once exhausted body began to feel refreshed as it bathed in the soft
autumn breeze of my winged breath. And there it was, my bottom firmly
planted on the earth. Like a tree with its roots exploring the firmament
I followed my breath into the unknown universes existing at the tip
of my spine. I think I know the wheels of fire that Ezekiel saw, for
one was at the place of my intention and others proceeded to reveal
themselves as minutes, hours, two days passed. They were often gummed
up with nasty looking sludge, tied with cords that led me up out of
dark caves or filled with black holes. Exploring with curiosity these
untouchable rank realms, I'd inevitably discover the source of these
wounds and the wheel would spring to life, sending warm rivers of liquid
through my veins. Melting took on a whole new meaning. Sitting quietly
became the adventure of my life.
winged lady of the universe evolved as a meditation piece to honor this
epic journey. She reflects that paradox of the awakening heart where
life's energy unfolds like a blooming flower joyfully reaching out to
welcome the sun. In that same moment she is enfolded in the loving wings
of a great bird that promises eternal peace.
then thou canst repose between
wings of the Great Bird
sweet is rest between the wings
that which is not born nor dies
is Aum throughout
The Voice of the Silence, Blavatsky(2)
Kabir, The Kabir Book, p.47
Blavatsky, The Voice of the Silence.