I distinctly remember the moment I recognized is-ness, the common state of all living things except us humans, for whom it remains an illusive state. I was taking a hatha yoga class, looking out at the trees, and said to myself: that tree never questions what it is, why it is rooted where it is, or its purpose. It never questions.
What if I had the freedom to be Sara with as great abandon as that tree!
What if that freedom came with as much relaxation as effort!
To be human is to struggle with the movement of life. We try to fix life by pinning it down like a butterfly, turning it into a specimen, a dead thing. We put life on the witness stand and cross-examine it. We take our responsibilities seriously. We take ourselves seriously.
Which brings me to one antidote we rarely consider: collapse.
by Sara Eisenberg
I say this to you in all kindness: collapse.
Don’t worry about rubble, dislocation, flying dust.
It is just to relax,
end the exhaustion of holding
every which way,
in and up,
down and on,
that visceral tension,
those ringing nerves,
into the shards of your questions and their answering wholeness,
sheltered in their feathered nest.
map them with gentle and probing touch.
Move with their quaking, aching rhythm.
sheltered there by the leaves of your shady oak,
ever undisturbed by thoughts of maple.