Going back
A human can only channel what he possesses.
For a beginner to expect world class performance of himself is inauthentic.
A judgement free watching of the seed of our potentials is all we can offer to life.
All the while serving as a bulwark for its protection.
With even a little sincerity, this seed blooms with overwhelming intensity, again and again.
Yet most of us do not get to experience this too much.
In comparison there is always conflict, for I do not know I am dull unless I do not compare to someone who burns even brighter.
The beauty of sport is the barenness and purity that can be given to such a comparison.
This is the essence of the sportsman spirit; To burn as intensely as possible in the sincerity of your craft.
If you win, you realise that it wasn't you that created the oppurtunities ripe for winning.
It was something that worked through you.
And if you lose, sincerely - You stand quietly in the enormity of the presence of your competitor.
That quietens the mind, the absolute frustration of that moment is also sacred, for it affects a kind of transformation when felt fully;
The ways in which we move and respond to the problems of sport are qualitatively different; The stride of each runner, the thoughts that arise in their mind, the pattern of their breathing all come together in each runner to create a majestic masterpiece.
The quantitative aspect that gets measured is but an accumulation of all of these. Is it also to be disregarded in the pure watchfulness over each movement of your body? Or is it a guiding light that makes us shape our efforts consciously towards it?
At this point, I do not know.
If we do not let suffering touch it, there is a beautiful possibility inside all of us.
All one has to do is watch sincerely and without any judgement.
But the watcher is also the watched, and so it also requires a subtle authentic vulnerability.
To become open to your own piercing, loving gaze of awareness.
And as the things come up, you let them flow with steady breaths and a quiet mind.
Namaste.
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