Thoughts from Summer Movement Monastery, 2009
Patches of stillness,
pockets of gleaming
silence
whirling from within chaos
still moments
absent moments
teacherous moments
steamy moments
hot moments
cool moments
frustrated moments
terrified moments
blissful moments
pure state moments
All receding into Presence
Receding
receding
floating away
in miasmas of
energy
until lost in the great
Sea of Being
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- New York City, NY
- Anita Teresa Boeninger is a Hatha Yoga instructor, dancer, and Dancemeditation teacher. She is on staff with the MindBody Education and Patient Care program at NYU Langone Medical Center, teaching wellness techniques to patients and staff. She studied with Dunya Dianne McPherson, founder of Dervish Society of America, and principal teacher of Dancemeditation, and completed her 80-day training. Anita offers classes in Integral Hatha Yoga, restorative yoga, chair yoga, Dancemeditation, bellydance, and seated meditation.
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Poem on Body Consciousness
The body wants to listen to itself.
It is consciousness relating, reaching out, to consciousness.
It is the “All relating to All,” the “I” corresponding to “I.”
‘For now we see through a mirror darkly, but then we will see face to face.’
The body is consciousness, just as the mind is consciousness. When one layer is peeled away, another version of essence appears, or is revealed.
Is not the body Reality, just as much as any other facet of existence?
This is why the body longs to speak to itself and be heard: it is one and the same conversation partner.
It is its own mirror, its own surface reflecting divine nature, and its own pool under the surface.
It is substance and essence together, as are all things.
To listen to the body–who is doing the listening?
Here is found again the puzzle of consciousness–self reflection.
The body is a prism of constantly shifting mirrors of perception; A dialogue between lovers; A parade of universes interacting and merging; A shower of electrical microcosms rejoicing in themselves; A feast; A celebration; A mesmerizing inner endless dance; A miracle.
It is consciousness relating, reaching out, to consciousness.
It is the “All relating to All,” the “I” corresponding to “I.”
‘For now we see through a mirror darkly, but then we will see face to face.’
The body is consciousness, just as the mind is consciousness. When one layer is peeled away, another version of essence appears, or is revealed.
Is not the body Reality, just as much as any other facet of existence?
This is why the body longs to speak to itself and be heard: it is one and the same conversation partner.
It is its own mirror, its own surface reflecting divine nature, and its own pool under the surface.
It is substance and essence together, as are all things.
To listen to the body–who is doing the listening?
Here is found again the puzzle of consciousness–self reflection.
The body is a prism of constantly shifting mirrors of perception; A dialogue between lovers; A parade of universes interacting and merging; A shower of electrical microcosms rejoicing in themselves; A feast; A celebration; A mesmerizing inner endless dance; A miracle.
Photo portrait at top by Paul B. Goode
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