Blue Light

I'm feeling ethereal, like a ghost almost.

I step into the day as if nothing can harm me, foolish I know, but I don't mean the kind of harm a bus can do if I slip on the ice and fall into the middle of Race Street.

My inner equanimity is approaching something similar to what I experienced when I practiced Zen everyday during my 22nd year. I'm nowhere near that state of mind, but everyday I recall that year, and can't forget what I learned from the experience.

Some people ingest drugs to have a religious experience, but I went the longer way, which was sitting still for hours everyday, allowing my body and mind to merge with my surroundings.

When my mind feels like a falling leaf approaching water, and my body a stone which nothing wants to disturb, then strange, other-worldly things begin to occur.

And so, although butterflies are not resting on my hand, geese are not following me, and people are not approaching me as if I had a $1000 in my pocket, I feel I have reached a place parallel to the one 20 years ago.

When I am running along, I fall into a zone of comfort, and I merge into the landscape not as spirit, but an animal traversing ground on the hunt, or, speeding along as the hunted.

Whether I am caught and eaten, or catch and devour, I am at one with life and death, wind and rain, cold and snow, season and year.

The sun rises, and the sun sets.....

Worked on this yesterday :

Heard this on my ipod when I was running hills this afternoon in the snow, it reminded me of Mazzie from N.H. : )