Calm mind eludes when meditation and yoga cannot permeate the chaos. My mind swirls, unable to still. In response, my body’s signals are mixed. Thoughts dominate, as if they were judgments needing only a signature to become law.
The challenge is not to let any of these judgments reach their goal–becoming an executive order, destroying the balance of the day. In equanimity, there is no need for ordering about, executive or otherwise.
It is the anchored and the free, the yin and the yang, inextricably intertwined, incapable of existing without each other. How else to be whole unless there are halves?
In equanimity, emotions are ever adjusting, like a set of scales. I know this to be true but it is difficult on mornings when a fury of energy surges through them, desperately seeking to attach to a judgment and make it law.
It is exhausting, this fury, and it is futile. My energy settles when I focus on being and not on doing, when I experience breathing rather than thinking about breathing. Experience dissipates thought.
Without any fuss, a sunrise becomes a sunset—such is the nameless and the named.