The Holy Grail

If the holy grail is the cup and the cup (per DaVinci Code) is the womb--then the stem of the cup must be the legs and the base the feet.

We're not looking for the womb, but our own lower half. Our means of true support.

I once wrote a poem in college that asked for my legs to hold light as eyes. I wanted my legs to be as conscious as my head and shoulders. I wanted them to feel their way along like my brain. My brain enjoyed chewing it's way around campus and books, why couldn't my feet enjoy walking their way to the dining hall? (Besides the fact that they knew what the food was like).

I think the ego is rooted just below the solar plexus--and a block there can keep us from our true support. Now I'm not anti-ego (at all), but all things in their right place. I just want to be happy. I don't care about anything else.

Interesting that both the book "Excuse Me Your Life Is Waiting" (which is great, btw) and Confederacy of Dunces make much reference to a valve by the stomach that controls the flow of life energy. Carlos Casteneda talks about it a bit but it's a little different (but, interestingly enough, still located on the left below the heart and above the waist). Hard to feel your feet when you sit. Unless you do a lot of sit-ups.

In the West we seek (and fear) the grail (the cup, the female, support, vulnerability) and are very male; while in the East, you are much more likely to see a religious lingham or phallus (are female/body and seek/fear the male?). All our linghams are secular (buildings, monuments). --Something like that. East and West coming together to get 3-D. Please also consider that the female/East/body may relate more closely to/be the present and the male/West/mind may correlate more closely to the future. We desparately need both relationships with time to be happy, but most folks have one predominating, often stifingly so.

Also, one other note before I head to the gym--what we really want is for East and West, male and female, present and future, enjoyment and planning, to come together within us. For our two-lobed brain to work in concert instead of yelling at each other all the damn time. For our feet to enjoy their job, and our body to enjoy it's job, just as much as our dominant aspect (mind in the west?, emotions for some maybe?) enjoys its job.

It might even be a trinity:

Body, mind, spirit.
East, West, everywhere else.
Male, female, everything else.
Father, son, holy ghost.

So maybe we white folks do need yoga. Would that mean that Indians need Ballys?