music in my ears

Hey all, the best time for me still to practice and go deeply is after some deep sleep and before the sun rises. Then I go back to sleep for a couple incredibly dream packed hours of blissful substance. It is as if the early dreams are release and the latter ones are food.

Last night I awoke with pain in my shoulder, not unusual for the injury I have, and dragged myself to the yoga room.

I don’t really follow any set forms but let chi build by standing some and then let my mind go off in various directions until I land on a practice. It is such a yin time that this bypasses some of my resistant daytime control issues in the practice. It already feels timeless and there is no one about.

Last night it was with the Shen. I dwelled on the reality that we are but reflections and manifestations of greater natural forces that flow into the bodymind. I guess I was doing some healing sounds and fusion and kan and li, playing with color and the natures of water and fire when I came to the firm realization that it was the center, the cauldron, the earth that was the key to my progress. I could generate a great deal of fuss with the other shen in myself and even have them relate but without the center there was no bridge from that plane to this.

The resistance to the center on the emotional plane is definitely doubt. Skepticism mixed with fear. A pulling of consciousness from below too the head…monkey palace. I meditated on the concept “center” until I slowly embodied it. I looked about me and reached into the center of all the objects about me. CENTER. What a concept and reality to anchor into and feel. Monkeys didn’t know what to do, they were so quieted and also they did like it because it focused them like the sun through a magnifying glass.

Then, far in the depths and the inner distance came….music. That was a first. baba