Precision & Play
What is the paradox of discipline and playfulness, which could be described as detached attachment, or effortless effort, so often described in the Yogic texts? B.K.S. Iyengar says "be cautious, be bold!!!" So what is this special combination of control and abandon, or controlled folly, that allows us to "care and not to care" (as described by T.S. Eliot) that so captures an essential aspect of any creative act and the yogic endeavor particularly?
It is interesting to challenge oneself and methodically yet playfully explore this theme so as to uncover within ourselves that which is free within the form. Form can provide a context for deeper explorations, and most importantly, for freedom. If we lose the openness, the curiosity, and the willingness to play in our practices, we stand to lose the joyful and childlike freshness that can support us cultivating states of being that are both relaxed and wakeful. It is this freshness that supports our ability to be present, and perhaps even astonished at the beauty and mystery of even the smallest of things.
Thomas Merton (Trappist Monk and student of Zen) said that the issues of life were not so much problems to be solved, but mysteries to be entered. But entering these mysteries in practice or in life can be scary, and that is where play comes in.
When I ask myself what are the poetics of practice, the answer invariably involves some form of playfulness. And the opposite is true when I contemplate a poetics of play. Form provides a context for freedom. And in any good game, or form of play, certain perimeters or rules are established which help provide a safe space for the letting loose, and the letting go. The poet Mary Oliver calls these the Rules of the Dance. It is paradoxical, but in practice we employ boundaries to explore boundlessness.
It seems then that the poetics of practice (and play) must have something to do with exploring this curious space of control and abandon, the paradoxical space of care-filled folly. It is in this paradox that the mystery abides. This space is a sacred space. And it seems that it is also important that it not be too serious, or that we might benefit by not taking ourselves too seriously in this endeavor.
I read somewhere that the German word for holy (selig) is the root of the English word silly. So perhaps we can bring a sincerity to our silliness, and by doing so we can support ourselves, and each other, as we enter freely and fully, with a care-filled abandon, into the mysterious dance of existence.