My life is slowing down. I walk from room to room, and my muscles are relaxed. I only tense the ones that are needed to lift my legs. And there is time, time to move from one room to another, time to lift the pen, time to pack my bag. There is time in the day to do all the things that have to be done.
As all of my weight glides above my head and my weight rests on my hands, I come into an equilibrium, and I relax. The more I relax, the longer I can balance. My body takes care of balancing. I just need to remember to breathe, or I just need to remember to not stop breathing. Time stops and there is only one thing to focus on, and the harder I try, the less I am present with the experience. Aha, so it’s about being here, in this experience, without trying.
I sit on my cushion, and my eyes are closed, and my spine is erect, and I do nothing. I just watch. Watching is not doing. I understand. I watch without doing anything. This is what life is really about. I watch myself walk from room to room. I watch my fingers type. I watch words form in my mind. And I don’t do anything. As my mind wanders, I notice that it wanders, and it naturally returns to my breath, because that’s what mind does: it wanders and it returns.
As I balance on my hands, and I relax and I stop trying, my feet naturally want to balance above my shoulders. My body naturally wants to pull itself over the bar or climb the rope. So now life is about relaxing and watching, about allowing and witnessing. And then life can unfold without my interference, without me getting in its way.