Wholistic Fitness

give me Naked Training…

not Plugged-In Ignorance:

promise your miniscule chief this much,
my Noble and faithful Warriors of the Inner Directed WF Way;
if you EVER catch me training in my Beloved, Sacred Outdoor Sports wearing one of these robot robes,
just cap my ass and put me out of my misery, okay?

“Clinging to sense pleasures, to sensual ties,
Seeing in fetters nothing to be blamed,
Never will those tied down by fetters
Cross the flood so wide and great.”
– Udana

feeble ilg asks;
how has our Species come to be sooooo terribly afraid of being with our own mind?

why has it become like pulling wisdom teeth to get people to meditate? to unplug? to just be STILL?

when i first started this Work,
it seemed at least the young kids had some notion of the importance of listening,
of cultivating some degree of conscientiousness through that which they enjoyed; be it music, art, sports, or disco for that matter!

where are the fields to which the cowboys of the Higher Self have retired?

not one of today’s “extreme athletes” or “indomitable cage fighting warriors,”, it seems, is willing to ride the wild bronco of the sensual, outer-directed world and throw with cultivated skill a lasso around the multipronged horns of ego-centricity!

“Victory produces hatred; he that is defeated is afflicted with suffering;
He that has renounced both victory and defeat lives in tranquility and happiness.”
– DhammaPada

where are my Spirit Warriors?

playing video games, i suppose, or otherwise grasping for money or sex in some way or another with predictably poor postures and frayed, fatigued mental nerves so weak, so incapable of carrying the genuine load of a true Warrior of Self.

has our hunger for the go(o)dness of what we are
been so satiated by so many addictions to comfort?

where is our thirst for the beauty of one Balanced Being
walking
beautifully
nakedly
in the high desert,
toward the rocky, snowy and glimmering Summit?

not even the impending Sleep of Death – sure to come –
inspires contemporary man to shake off his shackles of Fear Based living
– grasping,
grasping,
grasping…
and step with Warrior Gumption into the matter of Love.

{strike up the string section here for ilg’s shoulders and arms are feeling fatigued today from DharmaSword brandishing on the front lines for so long, not strong enough to cut through all the hyperlinks, the polished advertisements, the fancy brochures…:}

perhaps i should have stayed bent over the
Glacier Lilly a while longer…
lingered in the arctic a few more years…
hunkered with my wolf in the deep blue ravines of the nested San Juan high country…
all these decades of Serving the Dharma out loud; my life an open book of attempting to plant the Seeds Toward Enlightenment Through Sweat among the apathetic, the agnostic, the athletes of nothing at all, let alone the Human Race toward realization of Self…
ilg has produced what?
a ripple?

why
so few smiles upon the young faces
perched precariously atop pierced, slumping, tatt’d bodies where fresh sunlight seldom dances?

not one word in all my books, journals, or private counsel has ever been designed to subtract the multiplicity of sacred union (yoga) between the silence of sweat and the science of sitting still. may that be the message of my body of work to you all…a tiny wave of ancient nobility lost in the ever accelerating ocean of samsara.

feeble chief ilg
today sits in the head teepee of WF
beneath the Sacred Peak,
misted by windswept clouds
contemplating my Life Message…

as
i
paint* my unborn baby daughter’s room
with bright colors
and ancient themes…

“Clinging to sense pleasures, to sensual ties,
Seeing in fetters nothing to be blamed,
Never will those tied down by fetters
Cross the flood so wide and great.”
– Udana

i’m going camping,

to a forested place
cloud hidden,
dharma gathering.

May your own Practice be Blessed with Vajrapani might…
May you carry the Light of WF in your posture,
in your silence,
in yourSelf.

that is all.

om so ti,
the mountain yogi

* design of baby’s room wall mural by coach and Ananda. artistry provided by most beautiful artist Tamara.