Sitting.
Waiting for inspiration.
In-spire: breathe in.
Contact with the body.
Present in the moment.
Sounds of a scraping chair, a cough, light in smoke drifting past green leaves, warmth – personal and that of the group.
Doubt arises. What am I doing? What will this sound like? Does it need to be clever? Sunlight. Does it matter? A memory: A teacher sitting in the sunlight of the small shrine room, talking about the ‘formless realms’. In his presence, realising that this practice, this path, goes ‘all the way’. Joy comes from this recollection. If we are able to contact a very still place within ourselves we can recognize that contact and it feeds us, motivates us, gives us confidence. I want to find that place.
Some say that one must rid oneself of ‘desire’ but I believe that the true path lies in the continued desire for something more subtle and then leading on to freedom. Our lineage.