New Year’s Eve and a full moon is on the rise. Today was met with a barrage of petty nuisances. No matter what it was I was attempting to flow through, it would just not smoothly go. Finally, I made it home after a day of not becoming frustrated or irritated and began my hatha yoga. During the beginning, the neighbor’s two dogs began barking and would not stop. I finally paused my practice and went to the fence and said, “What is the problem over here?” Then I realized the poor animal had been locked up in a small cage with no food, water or a place to lay off the cold ground. I then replied, “I see” and my heart was sad. I returned to my hatha yoga and thought about how long their barking would last and toward the end of my practice they had stopped, for someone had come and released them and I finished my practice in silence and in my yogic sleep, I understood that with this world and with eternal patience, I can merely wait upon these temporary things to simply pass.
Yet still my frankincense burns, it’s aroma filling the room as I sit facing east in, in this room on the south side of this house, in the city by a bay that empties into the Gulf of Mexico, at the south-east portion of this country, in the northern part of the American continent, which lies upon this planet of earth, which abides in the solar system, which spins around the sun, which is situated on the edge of the outer most part of one of the finger of the Milky Way galaxy, which is traveling through the universe, which is contained in this cosmos, which is within this consciousness. Everything that once seemed so enormous, so great is now so small and simple. As I watch the full moon rise above the tree tops.