This year winter was layered thick in Maine. The snow was so insistent (and still piling high at February’s end) that we locals knew it was one of those years it would stay piled into April. But spring had its own plans. A couple of effortless days of warm wind and rain in early March and the snow was virtually gone. Winter had liberated itself.
Our karmas seem to be piled high, sustained by our own beliefs and expectations. Each moment seems to add a new layer of drama and captivity. This is the weather “everyone talks about, but no one does anything about.” It is the writing etched ever deeper, the knot pulled ever tighter. But here in the Ati Mountains, we understand that spring is effortlessly self-liberating in each instant. We know that all writing is on water. And every knot is a slip knot.
Ati yoga is “the great perfection,” the yoga of self-liberating awareness, winter instantly resolving back to spring. Throughout the playful cycling of the seasons, the rainbow-maiden dance of appearance, and the imaginary patterns of fixation, the distance between winter and spring remains: zero.
As for ourselves, we are not other than this same clear blue, the vast emptiness of sky, magically precipitating the gentle rain of compassionate activity. Our heart is that very same primordial poet of the primordial smile.
Here in Maine we know how misleading a weather report can be. How much more so if we don’t suspect it is we who have been broadcasting the weather channel and keeping the weather going. Outwardly, it is important to clean up your mess. Shovel your driveway. Inwardly, know that self-liberating spring is the primordial weather, the primordial attribute of the heart/mind. The weather of no-weather. Then turn off the weather channel and hike with me into the Ati. There, every place we put our foot down is a smile.