On Air, Space, and Withering
Autumn is Vata season — the season of Air and Space, correlating most often to Sattva Guna. Air is cold, light, mobile, dry, free, detached. Air encourages movement, withering, detachment. Air agitates and evaporates water, carrying it off to some other side of the globe to be used in the swell of the opposite hemisphere. The air is carrying water from my body, my lips, my skin, pulling moisture outward in the great seasonal exchange.
My warm and wet clay furnace is cooling, its clay drying and hardening into whichever form I molded with summer’s heat. I keep the pilot light on as my form slows down, as I vibrate slower, as the change brought by the air moves through me.
Space is the element least spoken about, yet an element nonetheless. Space suspends all other energies. Without space for an energy to apparate in its material form, nothing could happen. Space expands endlessly, can reorient anything into any direction. Up becomes down. The more space there is around an object, the smaller it appears. Decrease space and the object swells. Space is entangled with time — the more space, the more time. The less space, the less time.
This season there is an abundance of air and space. And my devotional prayer is that I use these energies to exhale from my heart what doesn’t serve me. To wither leaves and branches non-conducive to my love-making with Divinity. For the best-tasting love comes from the source of love itself. Let me exhale the parts of me undesirable for sweet, sweet service unto you. Let me lovingly leave and wither all that obstructs — from the most material (earth, water, fire, air, ether) to the most subtle (mind, intelligence, ego).
Help me move the energy through, to increase the metabolic processes of my entanglement with reality. Help me see my existence as loving service for you to feel a relationship with yourself. To not be the lonely One God, but to enter into an experience so deeply pleasurable as love — love loving the love itself.
May I grow more attached to the source of everything. Disentangling myself, choosing what to keep, what to let wither. Grieving the branches and leaves that could have been, loving the ones I have now. Focusing to grow them in devotion to you. Let me sprout leaves like solar panels, receiving your love and using it to power my existence for you. Let me churn your energy into a budding flower of my own design — a flower I offer back to you, shaped from my material existence. An offering that says, “I love you so much I want you to experience this thing I made, this thing I did, for you.”
Every word an offering. Every step a dance. May I crave your name. May I crave your presence, if only for the span of a sound vibration. May you come to my heart and show me loving vibration in its most pure.
Flowers make seed when pollinated, and I just rubbed up with Govardhana, His dust pollinating my heart. May these seeds grow in service to you. Some will, some won’t — such is life. My withering husk gives its last into energy potential.
My tree begins preparing for the long haul of winter.
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