Wandering Yogi - Part 3

Yogi arrived at the building for his meeting that day. Another workday in the bustle of the downtown drudgery. And yet, as he arrived, he took a deep breath and sat on a bench outside the building. Since he was early, he took these few precious moments to pause in the space between breaths.

Like a pendulum that passes through the middle of time, a moment of perfect suspense existed in his life right now to soak everything in. From the bench he could see across the street to the park and through the swings of children, who themselves found a pendulum of highs and lows. Across busy traffic, the forest scape of the park contrasted against the rigid lines of pavement and structures built for affairs of the human mind.

Certainly, the city had carved a space for nature to remain separate in its place. But the nature of reality, Yogi thought, is that all is Union. Breath and Body. Nature and City. Trees and Pavement. Business and Freedom. Only the silos of the mind placed barriers on the air and wood, winged butterflies and birds. But Nature, in return, drifted beyond the edges of its designated confines. The pruned environment could not contain the breath of Creation which longed to unite and free the outside world. Yogi took a deep breath and rode the wave of the exhale to the bottom like the long sweep of the pendulum. Finally, he got the courage and stood to swing open the door, through which he and a beautiful moth flew through.