Nothing lasts forever.
For nothing is not
A thing that can be kept.
In fact, it is not a thing at all.
It is not a philosophy or a religion.
It is not our core values, or lack thereof.
We know it is not the body.
It is not any of your relationships,
even the ones that break the laws of space and time.
It is not Karma or Destiny.
It is not our feelings or our will.
It is not instinct, nor impulse, nor gravitational pull.
It is not the elements, or made of the elements.
It is not concepts or ideas, or born from them.
Tell me then,
What is it?
The mind seeks resolution,
longing for the union of understanding.
Is it God, is it Energy, is it Love?
Is it Peace, is it Bliss?
Is it Transcendence?
How is Everything contained in Nothing?
The mind is mulling over these thoughts,
like a child with too many toys
Wondering, pondering, yearning
But the answer isn’t given through the head.
Follow the chakras down to the base, and hold.
Pull in the second chakra, two inches below the navel.
There is an energy portal at the spine’s foundation.
Back and forth through this gate, the breath moves in waves.
I have only experienced this acutely through yoga; specifically through the spine-strengthening series from the Ghosh lineage.
I am physically taken to the edge, and there is no room for thoughts.
These breaths are the only thing that matters.
Keep the mouth closed so the body can cool down.
Breathe in through the nose, out through the throat.
Lips are closed, jaw is soft, tongue resting on the soft palate.
There is a noise like tunneling wind as air travels through the chambers of the nose, mouth, throat, trachea, lungs.
My breath is the Ocean.
In through the nose, all the way down my spine to the sacrum –
Waves comes in
Flowing down the channel back to the source
Waves go out
The pleasure astounds me
Up my spine
Down my legs
Frothy, bubbling, thrilling waves
Invigorating my cells with life
The tide pulls back while the breath is still letting go
Inhaling back to the base
Harnessing the energy
Feasting upon the breath
Building, mounting, filling up
The release happens naturally, without thought
In letting go, the gift of life is passing through
It is not mine to keep
There is no “me”
There is no “mine”
There is no thing to hold onto.
No thing, at all.
We will live, we will die, we will all cease to exist as who we know ourselves to be.
And the thing that is not a thing, the source of our life energy, will remain