I was so captivated this morning that I stopped walking to watch more. I could feel the fluid movements throughout my own body as I observed an elderly Chinese man practice Tai Chi in the park. The muscles in my body relaxed, my breathing slowed as I simply stood still, captivated.
As I broadened my attention, I noticed a group of school children playing on the oval behind him and the main roads of Sydney peak hour traffic on 3 sides. It was me that noticed this, not him. He was busy practicing complete mindfulness. His entire body and mind were focused within his Tai Chi. He was Tai Chi.
Nothing ruffled him, not traffic, not horns, not aeroplanes, not children, and he wasn’t even aware I was so mesmerized by him being mesmerized. That was the beauty.
I imagined that I could pluck him out of the park and place him on the busiest street of any city and his attention would not shift. I aspire to be like him. I have contemplated Tai Chi for a few years, and especially in the last few months. This was my confirmation. Thank you my Master of mindfulness in the park. I look forward to seeing you again soon.