I was going through my iPhone notes today, where I sometimes jot down a few thoughts in those moments of perceived clarity. Often when I go back at a later date I can't quite make out why I bothered to write it down. But on March 16th, on the ferry returning from a getaway on Mayne Island, I wrote something down that I think might be worth sharing. So here it is, in its full stream-of-consciousness horror and glory:
Life is unfolding to surprise itself. It has no expectations. What it is doing has never been done before. So how can it know the result? But it always knows where it came from. Love. Omniscience. Omnipresence. Emptiness profound with density, not destiny.
Moving with this knowing is a different experience eliciting a different set of expectations. Or no expectations. The unfolding from love, from curiosity, from reaching no further than the current boundary safe in the knowledge that the unfolding will continue to take place. There is no rush, because time is as limitless as space and knowledge and energy.
We are limited forms expressing unlimited nature. No matter how we imagine expanding our limited senses, we do not come close to capturing our limitless essence.
We do yoga to catch glimpses of that unfolding while paying attention. By being aware of the field of sensation with an expanded awareness that is curious and open to be surprised, we align ourselves with the greater unfolding of the Universe. Then the Universe chooses to flow through us. When we resist, we fight the current and fight our own unfolding.
This is different than the prevailing view that we are flawed, and original sin has banished us from the Garden, from Grace. And that we need to get back through control, obedience to a higher power.