Vinn's Journal
8/1/2008 |
This is new life held in the palm of a hand. A life that I have been cultivating for eternity is only a breath away each time I remember that this life is unfolding in the present time. I find myself short winded and gasping for inspiration whenever I run the loop of historical cinema to any present time scene. I, along with you, struggle with memory overtaking the place of present time events and I ask "Is it real or is it Memorex?"
"I hold in the heart of my hand the head of new life."
This intrusive recall creates massive ruts in the road of the passing everyday dance. Today is no ordinary day and it has the markings of spectacle and surprise the likes of which has not been felt here for some time. I am alive with the possibility of surrender to all that shows up. I will take a deep breath and a step back to peruse the ongoing situation from a more detached and impassioned place with the eyes of innocent experience.
In our Soul Motion™ practice we look to the space behind as both the place of history, of what has been, and concurrently the place for those who will come after and walk in our footprints. It holds both the realm of past and future in one sequence of a present time dance. I am reminded of this twofold hue in the coloring of the everyday dance and recognize that whatever situation is before me can hold a place for both history and the mystery of new life, new views, and a new perspective of a familiar dance step. A balanced view requires deft discernment and checking in with any felt sense initiated by ongoing mental chatter. Usually as my thoughts become tangled and worried and my stomach knots up, that is a good indicator of disharmony and incongruence.
There are meetings with people that collide in moments of time and their outcome is weighted by past remembrances even among the most enlightened present time awareness junkies who may be in our midst. Those of us who practice momentary miracle-making in the hopes of finding that one face which can restore us and elevate our gaze to a pristine heaven away from the litter strewn streets, are once again disillusioned.
Today is yet another day where people scurry about before whatever stands between them and simple unattached, unconventional love. Today is no ordinary day. Today is a moment where all fever pitch throw-away lines that set human relations back on its heels can for now, generate a soothing dance dream. A dream that wafts among families, which steal a few hours on a Sunday to go to a park bench and silently await the sparrows song.
The dreams of my father have turned into a cyclonic clueless circus. Juggling the many ways left to make a simple and surrendered statement to life, to love, and to dreams unfulfilled have become lost in personal desire and avoidance. This heart, hollow, is once again rewarded by the presence of another that states a desire for nothing, and yet requires full attention and enduring positive regard. No matter the degree of independence and autonomy stated we need one another as guides for the tricky travails of our travels.
I hold in the heart of my hand the head of new life. The millennial miracle perpetuated in all its innocence. I too am this child. I am this innocent eye barely deciphering figures and shapes and seeing the shadows that surround all moving moments in the everyday dance.
I, too, listen to the ways in which we all have come here to fulfill brief moments in the evolution of existence. I recognize and embrace our shared wish to be happy and to not be suffering. I listen and understand in spite of not knowing the local language. Waves of vibration settle among my bones and I am closer to the heart of innocence within experience.