Bow wow wow

I always bow after I meditate. It's strange to think about, because I'm both fully prostrating myself, yet, at the same time, I'm not bowing to anyone. I won't. But, still, it's profoundly moving to me to do so; sometimes, when my actual sitting was very rough, when my mind was on everything except my breath, the bowing is particularly profound. It's a reminder of why I am doing this -- not because I want to be a Spirichul Guy, but because I want to be a free, clear and open conduit, to be able to give fully of who & what I am to all that is. Bowing is that, in microcosm. All the nervousness, the aches, the self-admonitions that I can't get out of my head sometimes -- often -- when I sit, I can just release, let go, when I bow. It's a peculiar alchemy.