It drops deep as it does in my breath
I am in a state of heightened awareness as I sit down to write this post.
My breathing is deep and slow, without my direction. My posture is erect as possible but without strain. My vision is open and yet acute. I feel the air coming in to the edges of my nostrils. I feel it careen down my windpipe and alight on the left-side of my throat, where my dry cough originates. I get this when I talk too much: after lecturing for 8 hours without a break, which I do frequently. Suddenly I am aware of the stickiness, a sink of sorts, that draws the inspiration to that place. I am breathing. It appears before my mind’s eye. It is paler than you’d think, not red or inflamed. I can see the network of vessels visible under the thin mucous layer. I feel my chest expanding from the corners, in dark hollows . As I close my eyes for a moment, my shoulders drop. They’ve been folded into an origami crane’s tail all of this time. Now there’s clouds forming before the craggy precipice of my shoulders.
How can I understand my experience (recognizing that I do not need to understand it)?
Can it be the Oud I was compelled to wear today? Incidentally, Oud derives from the same tree that gives us the medicinal Chen Xiang: why not grab your Materia Medica and look it up. Feel the pages beneath your fingertips. Write down some notes long-hand, allowing your hand to teach your heart away from the abstraction that marks the computer keyboard.
Lung Qi opens into the nose; when the Lung is in harmony, the nose will distinguish the fragrant from the foul
That’s a simple statement. I have patients with multiple chemical sensitivities that can tell you the difference. But what about the things that we say unwittingly about others? What about the thoughts that waft before us?
Can this state derive from my son regaling me with plans to tour Tasmania to see the Eastern Rosella in the wild?
Can it be this passage from A Sufi Saint of the Twentieth Century
Purity is reached through the Absolute Water, the Water of the Unseen, that is, the Limpidity with which the visible world is flooded, Limpidity which is variegated in Its manifestation, One with Itself in Its seeming multiplicity, Self-manifested, Hidden through the intensity of Its manifestation, Absolute in Its relativity-this Water which is free from any taint and which availeth for purification…This restriction excludeth the waters of the sensible world and the psychic world, since both of these waters have suffered change from their original state. It is the water of the Spirit which fulfills all that the definition requireth, for This is indeed Absolute, being free from any taint, and remaining ever as It was, not adulterated by anything, not flavored by anything, not added to anything, not restricted by anything, with naught above It and naught beneath It. Here lieth the Truth of Absoluteness and it is only This that deserveth the name Water.
Simple Signs, Symbol Science
Really, this is the crux of the matter. The point of the last passage is not in the symbolism of water, just as my writing about the Lung does not affect my breath. It is rather, that the believer, no matter what symbolism he sees, still performs his ritual ablution, and is purified in it whether he recognizes the Absolute Water or not. Indeed it is the joining of the simple action and the unseen aspects of it that are the realm of the symbolic, but still transcend beyond it.
I guess, what we are going for has been aptly described by Heiner Fruehauf in his freely available papers at Classical Chinese Medicine. There he defines the concept of symbolique developed by R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz:
the highly complex science of synthesising the manifold layers of reality into a single crystal of meaning.
So what we’re going for is reconstructing the awareness that informs the science right where we are, and in doing what we’re doing. The next action, then, is to offer that glimpse to you, by whatever means necessary. Each of the things that informs my experience of this day, with all of its metal and Lung-oriented imagery could be a photo, a poem, a story, or an investigation of scents, tastes, sights, and sensations. Honestly, I haven’t written a complete poem since the week before starting acupuncture school. My photographic chops are nil (and I will not take pictures of people or many living things). But as for a spirit of experimentation and an inner attention to the senses, those I have in spades. Thanks for coming along for the ride….
Abdallah
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