Walking smile meditation, santa monica

Walking.
Seeing the tension in the people.
They have come to the beach. They are looking at the ocean.
They are sitting in shiny comfortable cars.
They have been a success.
They are with a friend.
The sun is shining.
There is tension in their faces.
They have come here to release. To feel open. Calm.
There is tension in their faces.
I want so many things for myself.
I can meditate on my desires.
Focus on what I want.
Create my own glorious tension.
As I’m walking, I meditate on theirs.
I imagine them, as I breathe, am breathing, I breathe in their tension.
I exhale and I imagine them exhaling.
Their tension releases and they smile.
They smile with the lightness of finding themselves perfectly safe and comfortable in the cool air and the warm sun of the pacific ocean.
They release and smile and are content in this moment of our humanity.
Walking smiling meditation:
As you walk, breathe in the faces of those you pass by.
One by one.
One per brewathe.
Breathe in their face and all of its tension
And imagine them breathing in
And imagine them releasing
And imagine them feeling the joy of their being here inside themselves.
And their content joyous smile of releasing top find themselves exactly how and where they wanted to be.
And they are doing this like dominoes as you walk by,
The tightness in their faces falling into a smile of deep self enjoyment.
Their faces are releasing pinching at the future and kneading at the past.
Their faces are dropping into the joy of being inside of their beautiful selves, the selves of self enjoyment.
And like a wave, a gliding sunset, all the muscles in you neck and jaw and back and body release,
And you are a flowing rippling sun, a smile on the faces of others.

About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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