Thursday, March 6, 2014
What separates the thoughts from running into each other and overwhelming the thinker? Is it the ability to be an observer of the thoughts. An observer is one who has the ability to be aware, to watch, to not be the subject but be able to create a distance between the thoughts and the feelings. The question comes up? Who is this observer? Is the observer also another form of thought?
As I think these thoughts and write/type them using two thumbs it occurs, in the stream of my thinking, the similarity of how we as 'beings' are separate from each other. At times we seem to all blend into each other, especially in crowded places, yet what keeps us separate? Could it be the same sense, that the observer uses, which makes us aware of our boundaries of separation?
I am sitting in downtown Toronto, in a busy space at Tim Hortons coffee spot. The woman in front of me places her coffee and a small paper bag on the table. She closed her eyes, clasps her hand and I sense rather I feel an energy of gratitude in her before she bites into her chocolate covered donut, a sip of coffee and I see she is reading the free newspaper. What stories she must have to tell. A treasure box of life experiences. Did she see herself as she is now ? What would she see if she went back ten years? Twenty? Thirty ? Fifty ? Would she see herself as a small child playing, by herself.
I feel a strong desire to write her story! Tears well up in my eyes, tears of compassions or maybe familiarity, what of myself am I seeing, in her? I wonder? She looks around, her glance reminds me of the look of a chicken, her gaze is not steady, it darts as if being on her guard, an empty look in her eyes. I notice her lips, which are moving as she continues to read.
I finish my coffee...
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Steady and stop. Just long enough to sort the worldly matters, then let the spirit move.
Express the movement, in the walk, in dance, and travel to broaden the physical dimension.
The spiritual dimension has no boundaries. Create the separation and draw boundaries to know and protect the physical realm.
Feel the physical with the senses...
Be in love with the cosmic, connection with the cosmic creates oneness, this love is felt when the senses feel an alignment with the spirit.
Monday, February 24, 2014
from DEAD POET's SOCIETY
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer. That you are here--that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
Tom Schulmanfrom "Dead Poets Society"
Walt Whitman, the old master and son of Manhattan, pictured in approximately 1862.
the above comes from the poem "O Me! O Life!" from Whitman's Leaves of Grass:
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Holding on to an idea. I wonder about this.
For example when I am putting out an intention or when I am dreaming how I want to live my life, it is after all an idea. Should I hold onto that idea? The answer comes back as yes. Then I ask will attaching myself to the idea become the base of my suffering?
Sometimes the idea involves others or another person. The idea finds a life of its own. It begins to grow and seems to find its nourishment through all the interactions. It's like I begin to look at life in a skewed manner and yet to me it seems so real.
This morning after a night of vivid dreams I felt like the lifting of a veil. I began to see how I had attached myself to an idea in the past few years and just like that I saw clearly that the idea will never be viable. It will not happen because it never was there. I had been creating and reading a story, and repeating that story to myself. All a figment of my imagination and my desires.
And so as I prepare myself for the full moon, the first symbolically of 2014, and I intend to release that story. Only by doing this will there be space for life to unfold and show me what is my purpose, the divine grace and what life wants me to have.
Another release of a story. A letting go of an illusion. Of making my peace with life.