That's the meme, the metaphor, the bhavana I've been working on this week... in the practice, in the breath.
The concept of swelling, of building and stretching and growing - of coming into fullness, into fruition, building a bursting sweetness.
The fruit on the vine - first, nothing more than bija, the basic seed. Shall we say intention manifested in the smallest of forms? Through tending, a solar practice and pranayama (photosynthesis is plants' yoga), we build rasa, the tastiness of life, the amrita, or the nectar. We fill ourselves and as we swell on the inhale, we come to fruition, we ripen...
When we are full, if we simply hold that state, dwell too long, savor too, too much, then there is the chance for rot, for fetid decay... Ripeness is not to be held, but to be enjoyed in that moment for what it is.
What then, how do we savor the effect of the ripening without rot?? We squeeze... we take our physical form, and in every place the breath expanded us, we contract. As we radiated out from core, we pull and wring back in. As if our body was that ripened fruit, but rather than rot, we would drink the nectar, so we squeeze it out.
Our breath, the juice and nectar of ripeness, wrung from our body; we squeeze in to get that last drop of juice and even some of the zest.
That's how it's been feeling to this fruit... how about y'all?
Let me know, feel it, let yourself ripen and the wring and squeeze - and give thanks and praise!
The concept of swelling, of building and stretching and growing - of coming into fullness, into fruition, building a bursting sweetness.
The fruit on the vine - first, nothing more than bija, the basic seed. Shall we say intention manifested in the smallest of forms? Through tending, a solar practice and pranayama (photosynthesis is plants' yoga), we build rasa, the tastiness of life, the amrita, or the nectar. We fill ourselves and as we swell on the inhale, we come to fruition, we ripen...
When we are full, if we simply hold that state, dwell too long, savor too, too much, then there is the chance for rot, for fetid decay... Ripeness is not to be held, but to be enjoyed in that moment for what it is.
What then, how do we savor the effect of the ripening without rot?? We squeeze... we take our physical form, and in every place the breath expanded us, we contract. As we radiated out from core, we pull and wring back in. As if our body was that ripened fruit, but rather than rot, we would drink the nectar, so we squeeze it out.
Our breath, the juice and nectar of ripeness, wrung from our body; we squeeze in to get that last drop of juice and even some of the zest.
That's how it's been feeling to this fruit... how about y'all?
Let me know, feel it, let yourself ripen and the wring and squeeze - and give thanks and praise!
