Wholistic Fitness

This DL comes to you…

“…directly out of this Unlimited paradigm of cobalt sky…”

photos by coach, last evening during Brahamuhurti

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Most Noble Warriors of Sweat and Stillness,

my Teachers Shift me hardest when i am alone.

i have spent much of my life living alone and am nearly painfully thankful for it!

did you know that the word; “alone’ is a contractive form of ‘All One’?

in case you have not taken notice…the very NOTION of the CONCEPT of actually BEING ALONE literally scares the ‘be-Jesus’ out of modern men and women. it is as if the very NOTION of actually BEING ALONE is viewed as a penalty. as some sort of sin for a chiefly humanistic error, a penance for having a personality or cosmetic flaw that deviates from the accepted “coolness factor” to attract and behold(ing) a partner.

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i have done my Deepest inner work alone.

i have felt the fiber of my most sincere joy, fear, pain, anger, love, and Connection To It All
when
i lived al(one).

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nowadays, when i find myself alone for consecutive days
it is a Treasure for my Soul…
for
an instant Ashram…or more uniquely; an “Ilgshram” if you will…appears…
an expanded degree of inner spaciousness leaps upfront to my Consciousness
at the same time my flesh relaxes
my nerves breathe loose
and my Senses begin preening themselves in new and unencumbered countless Ways…

a predictable tense of Mind Vayu responds to a flick of an etheral switch from the Divine Plane
and suddenly, alone, i am instantly immersed in Teachings Everywhere
Calmness Everywhere,
Inspiration Everywhere,
Captivating if not Catapulting ISNESS
leaps and dances among the windsong,
birdsong,
breathsong,
pulsesong…

i cherish being allOne…
and
quite frankly
i cannot wait until Age 75
when my own Spiritual Teachers allow me to leave my
slugfest of protecting and teaching the Dharma to
“modern” society behind
and i can take these years with you…
my Sangha
within
and unleash with spiritual intent and world class velocity the amplitude of my
accumulated Practice and Experience
just
for
me.

not you.

not my biologic parents.

not my dead Wolf.

not even Ananda.

just me.

that is what Age 75 will bring me…a spiritual deliverance unto mySelf
as i have come to Know Thyself…and
with a bit of Luck; Enlightenment.

i am extracting myself slowly right now,
from this Divinely Imposed “Ilgshram” from the past few days…
my beautiful and loving Ananda returns tomorrow from Florida…
and Temple Busyness will once again joyfully clamber about within these quiet Walls…
and yes,
i will cherish my Beloved’s return
yet not at the dismissal of my all-oneness
for this warping of the Time/Space Continuum has brought me BuddhaLights
within
and
a measure of Fearlessness for the continued Fight Upstream
that cannot be weighed by hellos and goodbyes.

a snippet from last evening:

lying in a hammock on Red Fox Deck
i fall into an all too seductive call for silence under
under the whispering sublimity of waving aspens and twinkling ponderosa needles
beneath Father Sky…

my mind calls forth a quote a yoga student delivered to me,
“In royal solitude you walk the universe.”*
my mind eases into this graceful walk albeit upon limbs still shaky from an earlier visit to
the Iron Temple**…

i turn my head toward Yab/Yum…one of two ancient Ponderosas that tower over Two Tree Manor…
in her highest of branches…the bare one you can see in this photo on the right…sang a Mourning Dove as if to lure me deeper into the abundance of my Self Worth in this most Wealthiest, Simplest of Moments.

i listened to her song, smiling at It All.

then, sang back to her, as well as i could.

you should have seen her reaction, way up there in that high tree…jerking her head this way then that…attempting to see whom was the poor fevered feathered thing that croaked such horrible Mourning Dove lyrics into the magic of sunset!

she put up with me a go(o)d long while…certainly because she felt sorry for my soul.
then, she flew away.

from her flutter
descended a tiny feather…

right toward…me.

instantly, of course,
i took this as a High, Auspicious Sign…
that was no Dove,
i thought to myself,
that was a Lama, a Deity, a Guru, a Guardian from Above…
in that feather,
so exquisitely backlit from Grandfather Sun,
now dancing toward me just meters away…
was surely a Sign that this feather was meant for my puja table and
perhaps carried Deep Medicine for me and my Tribe of Faithful WF Warriors!

as i began to elatedly lift my feet from their comfy hammock womb,
just then,
in the flicker of a moment,
Tree Swallow snatched that feather
within his beak
at seemingly warp speed,

directly out of this Unlimited paradigm of cobalt sky…
and darted back to his nest
or so i assume.
probably to Gift this precious piece of down
for his own Partner for the upcoming chill of high altitude nights.

and so,
on this Evening of Nights…
like no other that preceded it
nor to come,
i will leave you with one thought more from a poet
and a wish that
all your Al(one) moments be supreme…

“Let us dig our gardens and not be elsewhere;
Let us take long walks in the open air…
Let us bathe in the rivers and lakes…
Let us indulge in games…
Let us be more simple:
simple and true in our gestures,
in our words,
and simple and true in our minds above all.
Let us be ourselves.” ***

i bow to all of you who are not afraid,
yet cherish,
being all(one).

i dedicate this DL entry and the Divine Moment which inspired it,
to my Beloved Partner; MahaAnandaMayiMi…
welcome h(om)e my precious gem…

love to all,
Dharma Blessings from beneath the Sacred Peak,

coach

ps; Part II of “Perpetuation of Rationalization” coming soon!

* Wu-men
** WF Lingo; the gym
*** Robert Linssen