Luv Mud

Ruff an' tumble days. Sittin' meditation on the rise belly, fall belly like wading through mud at the moment. No particular inspiration comin' on through. No problem about that though... when it is drizzling and the skies are full of cloud you know the clear sunny an' blue skies are already there...but my body is kinda heavy, not quite firin' on all cylinders, maybe shades o' pig bug are stalkin'.

Zen says just sit, aint no place to go, just sit. What are your motives? What are you tryin' to do? Just sit. It is the same as what you usually do, only the sound is turned up a little as you go into the silence. Sittin' an' bein', just sit, don't think you are gonna get anywhere or earn points for good behaviour. Earnin' of points aint the point, the sittin' is the point. Aint no difference either between me sittin' on the rise belly, fall belly an' Tamdin lying asleep in the room next door. Both of us doin' the natural thing to do an' aint no one is better than no other.

Sittin' goin' into the mountains of yer mind; lovin' the rise the belly, fall belly breath o' the Buddha as it fills yer heart...it is the only place yer wanna be. The expectation of the next breath makes fills yer life up, how can yer possibly waste all that precious energy thinkin' about gettin' a new car or going on a holiday to the sun? The illusion that those kinda things are gonna make yer happy an' are gonna fill yer life with bliss an' contentment is the illusion bitten into by the spiritual blind. Jus' aint gonna be. Those things don't even come close to the bliss inner yer can get from the rise belly, fall belly.

Wading through the mud that is how I said it is at the moment and there is some truth in that but that don't take away the love I have in any degree whatsoever. In the mud sits the lotus and on a lotus the Buddha sparked. Ain't no sparks for me at the moment I'll be the first to admit, jus' the sound o' da birds singin', but I'll keep on pluggin' away 'coz in the sittin is the lovin' aint no doubt about that.