Quantum Movement

Stillness and slow movement.

You move in the middle of your dojo, it is a familiar place. You are on your own, and you feel without looking the bonzai in the corner, the weapons at the front, the large windows over the Zen-Garden at your right, and the silent wooden wall on your left.

You feel the hours of practice of your friends, the attention, their focus and the determination.

You feel yesterday and you feel tomorrow, endless. You silently come back in yourself, you have come to practice the feeling of connectedness of the warrior spirit that dwells within you, the only true place of beingness.

Your energy field swells, as it realigns itself to the intent of your purpose. There is a long silence, only the breeze coming through the windows, everything is calm. Your heartbeat slows down, you feel its beating. Your being assembles itself into alignment, mental and emotional you are calm, contained. Balance and harmony, you breathe and the attention is only here, nowhere else.

You move slowly and allow your biology to align with you. You know you are not alone, the quantum depths of yourself are with you. Centered with you, the movement you make becomes a star that shifts within you, the movement realigns the cosmos. You are the earth, the cosmos, the tiniest flower and the tree.

You are quantum, moving the unmovable. Infinite and expanding, forever.

Along the path

Along the path

Presence

Feel this. It is hidden in your hand that gently and silenty caresses that dog's head. Or within your feet, walking silent and solitary over the path filled with autumn leaves. It is there in the subtle hand movement of closing that window for the sake of care and well-being.

Quantum field, full of essence, totally present. It takes a moment of total stillness to perceive the shadow whisper from 'there'. Like the warrior that walks the path of silence, he learned to listen to the leaves, the voice of the wind, the whispers of all worlds and the essence of life itself.

It is there in the sight of the colored flower, a sacred space.

The mystery, people say as they walk by heavily bumping their next steps into the ground forgetting the silent space.

It can be found by those that stop and listen, those that do keep quiet and do not talk to engage in the next word of conversation. Hear it by not moving and then experience it by taking the next step as gently as you can, touching the ground like it is woven from a golden sacred carpet and care needs to be given to each step.

It is there in the slower movement of your hand stretching out to take the next cup of coffee, full of grace, as it gently moves the silent space around it, unseen sparkle emerge. It is expressed in the last note on your guitar, the one that dies away and resonates further eternally.

Presence

Feel this. It is hidden in your hand that gently and silenty caresses that dog's head. Or within your feet, walking silent and solitary over the path filled with autumn leaves. It is there in the subtle hand movement of closing that window for the sake of care and well-being.

It is there in the sight of the colored flower, a sacred space.

Quantum field, full of essence, totally present. It takes a moment of total stillness to perceive the shadow whisper from 'there'. Like the warrior that walks the path of silence, he learned to listen to the leaves, the voice of the wind, the whispers of all worlds and the essence of life itself.

The mystery, people say as they walk by heavily bumping their next steps into the ground forgetting the silent space.

It can be found by those that stop and listen, those that do keep quiet and do not talk to engage in the next word of conversation. Hear it by not moving and then experience it by taking the next step as gently as you can, touching the ground like it is woven from a golden sacred carpet and care needs to be given to each step.

It is there in the slower movement of your hand stretching out to take the next cup of coffee, full of grace, as it gently moves the silent space around it, unseen sparkle emerge. It is expressed in the last note on your guitar, the one that dies away and resonates further eternally.

Quantum Path

'It is not in what you say, it is in what you do'. A sacred sentence written within a space of silence.

Doing is not the act of going to work, or organizing that next seminar.

This 'doing' involves a deeper, quantum level of existence. It is the act of cleaning the cup for a friend, it is the act of letting things fall on the ground, by 'accident'. It is the act of giving a cup of coffee to that person, or - for one fraction - sharing a special glance with a child. It is mysterious, yet you get the sense of 'hey, what is this ?'

Those acts are unspoiled by pre-determined second thoughts, by a certain intention than the PURE unconditional. You move into a space of thoughtlessness, you walk into a quantum field of no-thought, yet profoundly aware of your matter-being.

The action of the true taichi, without the chuan. Moving the hand to open a door for someone, without thinking and precisely at the moment that someone is there to accept the gesture. The movement was loaded with quantum effect.

Quantum moving, cleaning the cupboard for yourself of another, actually moves a field that is hidden behind the sensic understanding of this world. Every breath counts, every natural movement moves a star, creates a cosmos or redesigns matter in a given reality.

This is not about thought, it is about the selfless doing of the little things done in a natural fashion, no predetermination.

Walking the quantum path.