The Third Day of Eid Mubarak.

And on the third or is it fourth already of the Hari Raya, my lower back is seriously screaming murder! I cannot stand or sit without growling, but I can hear celebration going on in our neighborhood mosque; great to listen Malay oldies played on the loudspeaker, brings back fond memories of childhood days. In contrast, today I am rawling around the house sweeping and mopping, watering the plants outside and pick up here and there and Walla! My lower back feels better already. Nope, not really, the pain is still there and the caution word is, slow-motion. Every movement is a calculated risk with lower back pains, move with mindfulness. No sudden jerks and twists or getting up abruptly or sitting down, with lower back pain it is a matter of movement of your Chi or Ki or Prana or energy force that governs the flow of your bodily functions. Wake up one morning and and there it is, you do not at accident or lift up a piece of tissue carelessly and wham it hits you like a great cliche, a tone of bricks. It is agonizing to just sit and rise from the toilet bowl!

For those who have taken Yoga practices a little more seriously in their adult life, it is indeed a blessing for them as this awareness of the energy the permeates our entire system is paramount, only next to the awareness of breathing itself. All of existence is hinged upon one's breath for to stop breathing it all comes crumbling down seized out of existence; at least for you, it is game over and time to movee on to a better or worse pasture, all depends on Karma, dogma, and whatever charisma you may have that kept you going in life. But all is not fatal and hopeless, back ache or toothache it is all the matter of alignment of energy and matter, find the correct equilibrium and there is always and unobstructed flow of your inner energy at any part of you physical body; become more aware of your body engineering. 

As it is, I am having a difficulty leaning over to type on the keyboard without triggering a sharp shooting pain from my lower back area, on this third day of Hari Raya Aidil Fitri-2018. Every single drama that is played out has its significance in one 's own inner development, acceptance of these dramas as such helps to turn around the negative inot what is positive. This is when the human sludge is turned into manure for the fertility of the bed of ground that future generations will grow from; learn from the lessons and turn them into skilfull means of sharing and understanding. Presumptuous of me to assume people like to read what I write, but it helps me more so to understand my own interpretation of what is; reality, truth, iman or faith? 

I have no intention whatsoever to spread any religion whatsoever in my writings, I too am looking for answers and  for me the answers lies in my being involved total in this so called life of mine. As I said earlier, for those who practice Yoga of any form, Tai Chi or any numbers of movements to do some body works, it is a better and better understanding of the nature of pain and pleasure in its physical form. The movement and flow of energy or as the Malays calls it 'Angin' or wind and in the negative form. You have to learn to manage this energy flow and learn how to conserve as much as possible for emergency situations; accidents happens, and heart attack or stroke is till the number one killer. But why dwell on the dark side of the moon too much lets step into the light and expose ourselves for who we truly are, answer your own Koan, Who am I?

Who is breathing in and out, who is observing the one breathing and making a note of the experience or episode who is watching all these taking place ad infinitum. Find out who this who is perhaps I might still be able to heal my lower back after all what else is there to do? Time to ease myself carefully out of this chair and do a little walking next, stretching , maybe, but got to get out of this seat.. the Buddha's Dharma never took offence when now and then you take a peanut butter and bread, break from all this talk of pain and pleasure. I love peanut butter and jelly or chocolate all mixed in the bottle already. Like one thick spoonful after another just licking away. yeessir, nothing like the taste of peanut butter coursing down you throat and washed down with hot black sweet Nescafe. Such little miracles of life who could ask for more and outside the wind is blowing up a storm, it is as it should be...