12/12/2016
Years, another breath, another sigh, awareness that creates a wiggle of sadness inside my quiet,,,therefore, today I must write. Maybe a few lines from my book but more so about the journey.
The journey of Tai Chi, the second part or is it the first or is it "all that is". The part that 99 of 100 fail to do whether it be fear, insecurity or just existential anxiety, and simply dance a lovely sort of dance with no song, remaining attached to the ego. Or could it be centuries of being misled and compelled by social arrogance.
I write today not in search for "likes, dislikes or comments" much to the contrary as I cling to nothing and do not seek a following of sheep. The journey seeks no merit or chains around the neck to separate I from you. I write today simply for my own entertainment.
The journey does not accommodate the self to remain in the hypnotic state of social conditioning. Its direct connections with the one song, or melody, the only verse going beyond language, theory, beliefs, belief systems, concepts, people, ideas, all those things which consistently change creating instability.
I often hear people say they just "want to be happy" which is a desire and any desire has conditions. The conditions to happiness are simply illusions which are obstructions to that which already is. The constricted, stressed out human ego seeks happiness through money, drugs, alcohol, conventional religion, control, electronics, fashion, pharmacies and the list of "ego gods" is endless.
Along the journey the practitioner understands and experiences the primordial wordless wisdom. A wisdom that animals demonstrate more clearly than humans and speak with an eloquence far beyond words. The journey places the practitioner in contact with primordial rhythms lost in the noisy machinery not only outside our body but inside our minds.
You see, we live within the experiences originated by the shamans and refuse to settle for arrogant discussions of "their" experiences on Sunday morning.
So when does the journey free us? When we stop clinging, when we no longer need the swagger, when we no longer fall to the feet of those that will accommodate us, when we walk with one foot in the unknown, when our voice is nurturing rather than critical, we act out of humility rather than aggression, when we become aware the ego gods are illusion, we refuse to follow the illusions of anger and fear and we finally realize the illusion of who we thought we were is no longer true.
The journey leads us to the grasses in the spring, warm clouds in the summer, fresh autumn breezes and deer tracks in the snow. And when we begin to experience the soul in these we begin to glimpse our own soul, and the soul of all other beings and all things realizing in that moment we are the co-creator of this beautiful universe and no longer pretend we are not. How can I say that? The fire does not burn itself, the knife does not cut itself and the wave does not drown itself...
Enough for today...