tHE cROUCHING KYMYST, THE HIDDEN TAIJI

I let my hands float. The position is where it neither floats not sinks. The dan tian. Am I supposed to feel the primordial formless? My mind stays, the heart sinks into the formidable depths, I feel my body disappear. A purple darkness.

I breathe. What does the breath mean? There is a movement of of vital flow, a draught from my waist, upwards, bonded with the breathing of each air draught. The inner winds, are bonded to the physical breaths.

And what does the formless breathe?

It must be that, which is the origin. I breathe. The chaos forms from the chaos of the origin.

It’s not about time. Nor, how long I stand in this position. It’s about what I observe. This is a profound study. And the body is what I observe. The body becomes what I observe.

It is the chaos that the formless breathes. I ought chaotize my body.

Breathe it into the formless. And what formless breathes becomes the formless. The chaos, the formless orders.

My head should be steady. The flow to the origin, steady. My legs a little bent. The chaos, nor the formless is without a flow. My middle finger a little into the palm, forward, indeed the central flow it generates. The thumb inward, the structuring, and the pinky drawn backward, the setting into transformatory flight.

I stand, I breathe. I observe.

And what’s this dan tian? It has no meaning for me. Till I observe. Till I feel what happens inside. Till I see the transformations there. It is that well where the mercuric sulphide of the philosophers is found. The transforming blob, and a field in one nature.

The body feeling a little overwhelmed, I lie down on bed. On my side.

The form of the ONE, I hold in perception. THE ONE line symbol.

A few moments of relxation, a few minutes, I stand back up. Hold the stance. There is something chaotizing with force. And I am pushed into the rest of the movement sequence.

It’s the first 12 or so moves I have now learned of nearly 108.

I breathe. I relax. I hold the perception of THE ONE.

A Walk I think I might take a walk on the treadmill. Staying static too long, and without enough physical exercise won’t be ideal I guess in early stages.

In a slow pace.

I will watch how the formless evolves the man, in the movements of walking. The body perception, I remind myself, I ought maintain as one with the one.

The Volatile There is a kind of insubstantial matter that evolves. The substance of the unmanifest. The world is reduced to itself by it. The purple blue.

The movements of the legs, the lifting, the weights being shifted etc., is the insubstantial into the earth, its lifting up, etc. When the heel is down on the floor, the insubstantial sinks to there. The lifted toes is its movement into the one.

The study is intense. The perception explodes through the layers of the brain. I relax frequently, breathe. Ordering my body into the one.

The very doubt that the body can be made as one with the insubstantial matter ought be dissolved. Dissolved by knowing. Dissolved by trusting. The one is the truth. All things are done by the one.