Vinn's Journal
12/01/08 |
Today is a brilliant day. The shine of sun lasers toward the light of the wondrous wound. During these times, a presence suggests itself in such an array of accessibility, wholeness, and sanctuary, that all that is left to do is say yes. It is simple, and not always easy. Having faith while throwing oneself into the knots of not knowing become the requisite ingredients to taste even a small morsel of inspiration.
Some days are just better than others. Some days getting out of the house can become a task of herculean heroism. Some days all that is preferred is to remain strolling among the people in the vast array of scenes and characters in this living comedic drama. The script continues to be revised. The director and the actors share similar backgrounds. The producer is an enigmatic figure that hardly reveals itself and yet is always present for every scene.
There are many story treatments left for this dancer to move from a swirl of seamless scenes. There are no bodies more prone to offer themselves to the regions of spiritual rigor and the plateaus of mundane possibility than the dancer who is comfortable tripping and slipping on the edges of every stage. The dancer who is ready to die for the dance is the dancer who is realized among the living, awakened. The one who is ready to give all to the choreography of the world is the one who will continually improvise and live contentedly among the spontaneous.
Throw fear and desire off stage into the wings and let it rest there as a prop, an inanimate object to be used and handled in any given moment. Lately the prop is too often mistaken for the dancer. It only accompanies the dance and has no role of it’s own unless the dancer ushers it onstage and maneuver’s it.
All is well say the mystics of every persuasion and from this point of momentary madness stems a complete array of possibilities. As all stories that came before, this particular one being told is readying itself to change, shift, sell-off, transform, expire, and/or die.
Awareness of daily demise places the dancer at a crossroads with one avenue leading to the memory of unspoken and unresolved stories, while the other path is sashaying us along to an understanding of what we are to become. Much to my shock and amusement I am finding that both roads lead to the same cul-de-sac.
Today is a brilliant day as the light of awareness, for the time being, is radiating from every dancer, making perception and purpose easier to view.
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