Sat in the sit place an' had strong presence. Early mornin', birds singin' outside my window sittin' in the autumn trees as I got straight down to the rise belly, fall belly. Thoughts streamed through the doors of my mind just as they usually do but this morning I was centered and able to come back to the breath without too much crackle. Not everytime is like that, no siree. When the presence, the will to sit an' let be is stronger than the energy which indulges in the constant playin' out of scenarios belongin' either to the past or the future, then ya know you've ran into the big centre. So sat today an' just let all those mental configurations wash all over me, roll over me like the sound of Babylon drums. Really didn't matter as there I was, right in the goddam middle of the big centre and when that happens ya jus' can't feelin' as solid an' immovable as a mountain. Sittin' like that can only bring me energy...yeah mon, gives me a taste o' da bliss rays of that invincible inner sun.
Like being in the eye of the storm brother. All is calm, all is peaceful. All is jus' the invisible expandable inexhaustable forever flexible, an' ever renewin' ever creatin' wow of the One. Those outer edges, those thoughts and imagined dramas that attend so constantly the life of a human bein' can jus' blow crazy, uproot the trees of emotions, smash against the house of supposed fabricated metal certainties, but they will fail to pull ya off this particular inner highway. The outta can do all that an' more but all that kinda action just don't matter to the vast expanse of the big centre that ya breathe an' take deep down into ya heart where reside the energy streams can't but help fill ya with that indescribable pow factor.
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