Bit: Mindfulness of the Body

I sat down,
in the coolness of the outside air,
on my white plastic chair,
all bundled up,
and brought my attention to the body.

Then there was that feeling again,
the one I have difficulty describing.
Falling?
Floating?
A rush of adrenaline perhaps?
A sense of thereness maybe?

Overwhelming sleepiness and fatigue arose,
softness in the chest,
hardness in the legs,
pain in the back of the shoulders.

From the softness emerged
tenderness, compassion, joy, and well-being,
which swept over all.
There was pleasure in just being in the body.

I got caught up in thoughts of
all I needed to get done,
or what I ought to be doing,
which brought forth tension and vibration.

When I noticed the thinking,
the reaction was amusement.
For thinking is most of what I do,
have always done, for most of my life.

And so,
it’s not unexpected when it comes,
but only when it goes.
It’s not a problem when
I enjoy it anyway.

And that was that,
except for the chill from
sitting outside in the cold for 20 minutes.