The Silent Magician
It's not like I concoct a brew
Or even an experience-
No, it has little to nothing to do with any manipulation on my part.
My only role is to choose to journey.
I simply open,
Tune to a channel
To assert my 5 senses then my 6th
In a pointed direction
To a gazing spot, a drishti,
To not fixate on
But rather sink into as a sort of visual hammock,
A point of reference
Straight ahead, higher than the height of my eyes.
I soften into this spot, this partner,
Giving comfort and trust there,
Without holding or resistance
So that I can find strength and opening within whatever joy or pain I find myself in.
I am able to embody and channel a strength residing within me
Being present with the breath,
It's natural rise and fall,
And in the space between the inhale and exhale,
at the top of the rise and the bottom of the fall.
Here I can establish a knowing beyond comprehension
And allow any experience to unfold
For the benefit of others.
I may "see it" and think something about what is happening,
Hopefully I do not, yet.
That may inhibit the illusion,
cripple the connection.
Stay here, Leah, open, honest and gentle,
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At least a few more breaths
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For when I am steady and at ease within this hammock, and do not escape into the minds understanding
Where there resides a great duality.
I can access this all pervasive peace
And possibility.
That space unfolds as I witness
The Magnificence
The Unseeable
The Unknowable
The Unmistakable
The Unwavering
Force within all.
I wait for a sense of when it is time to get out of the hammock
Lower my gaze
and accordion into action.
Finding space and ease
I assert my choices, making conscious shifts in mind and body,
Reflecting a certain Oneness
Into my expression
Dancing among others and
Turning up the volume of joy and love.
Now,
In both silence and noise,
I see clearly, this current.
magic lesson 1:
It's it all exactly as it should be.
It's all good.
Ram ram ram.