Equinox = balance. Balance between light and darkness, Summer and Winter, Yin and Yang. But I cannot create this balance outside, on earth, until I find it inside, harmonizing my corporeal body, my breath-body, and my wonder-body. Unbalanced individuals cannot produce balance in the collective, in the nation, in the world. My own body is, after all, a hologram of the cosmic body, where I integrate the Masculine and Feminine, the Solar and Lunar energies, celebrating their spiral-dance around the Tree of Life, my spinal cord. Here I find, in a secret place nearer than my soul, the Bridal Chamber, where I witness the wedding of Shiva and Shakti, Christ and Mary, the Immovable and its Dance. When I pass through an infinitesimal door in one atom of my flesh, I enter an infinite expanse, the womb of creation. Uniting inbreath and outbreath, I rest in the equinoxial bindhu, where the rising and falling embrace. In this little indentation, this humble valley, just beneath my heartbeat and a...
