And as my gaze was following the movements of the wet cloth on the floor, the graceful and rhythmic dance around the parts of machines that were touching the wooden floor - I felt something warm rising all the way up through my spine, splashing into my lungs and finally filling my eyes with moist.
I pressed my back harder against the cold glass-wall of empty workout studio and focused on preventing my body from shedding into pieces as crying in the gym while watching the cleaning guy doing his job in cycling area isn’t something normal people do.
The next moment time was up and group class was about to begin so I entered the studio and left the experience at the door managing to switch my focus for the next hour or so. However, that warm feeling caught up with me as soon as I left the gym and lingered within my chest during the whole day.
Watching that old, humble, skinny man cleaning the cycling machines with such care, dedication and almost spiritual devotion cracked something within me. For some reason it called forward my attention and brought me to tears with its raw, stunning simplicity and extraordinary beauty. There was this energy around him, amplified by his peaceful and satisfied smile as he was performing the task. Energy that was so sweet, seductive and... so right.
I saw him immersed and surrendered to the present moment and the action he was in and I craved some of that. I craved that feeling that both you and me tasted in one occasion or another, that feeling of diving deep beneath the layer of thoughts, mental chatter, calculations, planning, self-criticism, judgments and all other bullshit and arriving to that gravity-free state of complete immersion in the performing of an action, becoming the action itself, celebrating the simplicity and complexity that coexist in every endeavour we embark on and surrendering to the present, to the presen-ce, because it is only when we become fully PRESENT that we can become aware and receptive to the PRESENCE, the pulsing that is at the core of all living things - that Source Energy that you call God, Universe, Force or ____________ (insert whatever you like).
So often we forget that the taste of the Infinite Love is available to us at every moment through every task however simple and trivial our judgmental minds may label it to be. You can reach God through meditation, prayer or Ayahuasca ceremony, but you can reach it through cleaning cycling machines or peeling the potatoes, as well.
When we become present,
the Presence reveals itself.