zazen

Today I became a cat, not a sprawling one sat on a mat. One perched delicately in pose, until such time the chimes did clang and up again, I rose. Slowly pacing, paw print high, in circles I went as time passed me bye. Never once did I look back, the tiger in me roaring, get back to your mat.

And so again I calmly did lye, held up with the clang and a wondering eye. My focus draining, my breath so loud, I sat firmly, almost proud. I hear my thoughts, a repetitive chant, whilst seeking stillness, in the focus, a shadow glance.

Tropical rain and hazy cloud sky, a mountain horizon, visibly high. In the space where I sit, peaceful at ease, my frustration lies in my head and my knees. Discomfort or comfort, let the body decide, my mind takes precedence, it wants to decide. 

A familiar routine, awaiting the mission bell, now I am moving, is this joyous or hell. My inner child stares, nowhere to hide or go, forced to be present, awake in the flow. One final count down, am I trapped here or free, no escapism, I see, the reflection is me.

Today I became a cat, not a sprawling one sat on a mat. I felt each beat of my vibrating heart; I knew in that instance this moment would pass. 

Elizabeth Petrie puredivinewellness.com / Insta: @puredivineyoga_wellness