Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Jumps across Journeys
My parallel journeys are strange...they take quantum leaps across parallel universes defying notions of either continuity or rational forces. The journey continues, uninterrupted, but elsewhere in else-time with a else-me leading a life contrary to my spiritual needs or aching desires. Both these needs and desires are born of journeys previously taken or journeys awaiting the threshold of possibilities.
From Parallel Journeys that used to unfold and meander under infinite blue skies, across landscapes rarely stepped, sheltered in villages and homes of people with gentle smiles and enormous hearts - as large as their mountains, clear as their rivers, I have leapt unknowingly into worlds and paths - suffocatingly cramped with vileness and greed, of agendas devoid of the spirit, in spaces governed by the ambitions of a few and their power over life, land and liberty of many.
I awoke this morning in memories of parallel lives previously lived - of vast turquoise rivers and vaster inner expanse - of gompas perched on dome hills against backdrops of giant snowy peaks. I awoke in memory, as close as a recent moment, of dripping icicles and silent star songs suffusing all my simultaneous worlds with awe and wonder - alive and grateful for the opportunity - not even a speck in an infinite order, but still an alive, throbbing, integral speck of that infinite.
I meander now amongst the crud of the suffering - deliberately - and aware - both of my responsibility and privilege of choice - most of those who suffer have been bereft, by larger design, of choice. I journey with fellow human beings inflicted by their wounds, wounded by their sorrows - and I remain, here and now, in their different universe - to undo in certain measure my collective responsible wrong. I awake some mornings, like this morning, with the rivers gurgling in my heart, with oceans thrashing in foamy waves, with stars spilt milk across dark skies - I awake and reject with a smile the chance to run back - I choose today to carry it only in my heart.
From Parallel Journeys that used to unfold and meander under infinite blue skies, across landscapes rarely stepped, sheltered in villages and homes of people with gentle smiles and enormous hearts - as large as their mountains, clear as their rivers, I have leapt unknowingly into worlds and paths - suffocatingly cramped with vileness and greed, of agendas devoid of the spirit, in spaces governed by the ambitions of a few and their power over life, land and liberty of many.
I awoke this morning in memories of parallel lives previously lived - of vast turquoise rivers and vaster inner expanse - of gompas perched on dome hills against backdrops of giant snowy peaks. I awoke in memory, as close as a recent moment, of dripping icicles and silent star songs suffusing all my simultaneous worlds with awe and wonder - alive and grateful for the opportunity - not even a speck in an infinite order, but still an alive, throbbing, integral speck of that infinite.
I meander now amongst the crud of the suffering - deliberately - and aware - both of my responsibility and privilege of choice - most of those who suffer have been bereft, by larger design, of choice. I journey with fellow human beings inflicted by their wounds, wounded by their sorrows - and I remain, here and now, in their different universe - to undo in certain measure my collective responsible wrong. I awake some mornings, like this morning, with the rivers gurgling in my heart, with oceans thrashing in foamy waves, with stars spilt milk across dark skies - I awake and reject with a smile the chance to run back - I choose today to carry it only in my heart.
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