For over a decade now I’ve had a black bike. It’s not fancy, just a standard, cheap bike, but I take good care of it and treat it with respect. The gears don’t shift properly, but it can take me anywhere I wish to move my legs to get to. I’ve been using it more this year than in most past ones, and I’ve fallen in love with the simplicity and self-driven speed as I fly along dirt roads and pedal up rocky hills. With the wind in my hair and the swishing sound of my wheels rolling through deep leaves, I feel like I’m moving beyond myself. It’s a beautiful machine.
Today I took my bike to a dirt road I’ve frequented this autumn and took in the brilliant trees, the lake and river, snapping a few photos as I went. I sat by the brook for a while, observing the bubbles in the water and falling leaves. Is there anything healthier than hours of biking and time spent in silent observation?
in meditation, without desire;
in thoughtfulness, he is profound,
and in his dealings, kind.
In speech, sincerity guides the man of Tao,
and as a leader, he is just.
– Tao Te Ching (8)