Tibet postcard

[From November 2007.]

Rhythmic breathing, repetitive imaging these shapes of embodiment relaxed symmetrically, I’ve found it easier to achieve meditation in cycling than I have in walking or lotus, though I understand them to be aimed at the same thing.  Tibet pedaling, tick tick tick, through hunger and bafflement and fear, tick tick, through a tiredness so thorough that my self would disappear, tick, so that my will would be exposed as fraud and illusion by evaporating into a flux of happening, merely a body doing, not thinking or overly explicitly shouting in my own internal voice.  And I felt liberated for it.
Pedaling against my nature as an alleged individual, as a self with a consciousness and boundaries against everything that is not me.