While lying back on colourful thick blankets in my beautiful new studio ensconced in nature, I stare up through the large picture window in an after glow of yoga serenity. Gazing at the sky my eyes alight on a cloud slowly travelling along, and subtly changing shape. At one point the cloud magically turns into a dragon. I smile. My husband often says to me, partly in jest, partly not, ‘You ARE the dragon warrior’, a line from Kung Fu Panda. And I always reply ‘No I’m not! ‘ in a high squeaky voice for added emphasis as to how very much I am NOT the dragon warrior.
For those of you who have not yet seen this great film the seeker most unlikely to be nominated as the ‘dragon warrior’ is a soft overweight panda bear who at the start has no kung fu skills, works in a noodle house, and emotionally over eats. At the end of the film however, after a great transformation, he does indeed become the dragon warrior after learning kung fu even while still maintaining his cute cuddly panda personality. My husband explains that I am Kung Fu Panda’s unknown sister and in a future film she, like her brother, would become the unlikely successor as the
dragon warrior. Kung fu panda’s sister is petite, very slight, and HSP (highly sensitive). Everyone including herself thinks it’s funny she keeps showing up to her husband’s physically demanding tai chi class where men throw each other about in Push Hands. She doesn’t fit in. But years later, the petite HSP is still there. Due to her discipline and long standing training in meditation and internal yoga practice, she understands and can feel subtle and inner physical openings which allow her to connect to the deeper nature and power of kung fu.
I continue watching as dragon cloud shape-shifts into a fierce wild cat. I smile again to myself. Oh ok, I’m not a big dragon, of course I’m not, but maybe I am a fierce wild cat. The fierce wild cat however soon morphs into a tiny mouse. And I think rather depressingly, ah yes, that’s what I really am, and have always been, just a small cowardly mouse. Then the cloud breaks down even further until only slight feathery fragments remain. And I muse, oh yes, I’m really just a fleeting wispy cloud. That’s me. Airy and spacey. Unsubstantial. But then these feathery fragments disappear entirely. And what remains is ‘simply’ the ever expanse of far reaching blue sky. Of course I smile to myself in knowingness. I am not the cloud and all its formations. I am not Kung Fu Panda’s sister nor the mouse. My true nature is the vast limitless blue sky. I am Consciousness itself. Eternal, infinite, and all Knowing. This is who we all are.
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