Vinn's Journal
1/1/2007 |
Resolutions in a new year... Begin Again
Mosey the corridors of reminiscence; they are packed with memory ghosts.
Banshee vapors in vanished dreams appear as surely as howling winds on the north shore.
What does this time of year offer to the wanderer who wonders how this will all turn?
When will I get through to self?
What movement moment will it arrive in?
Will I know it when it shows, slick and signifying surrender?
I will stand against time in this year of shadows.
Mystery and murk meander like lost dogs on a windy winding path.
Their gait taut and vigilant as gazes remains wide-eyed and expectant.
Begin again; to the left, an invitation to dance with strategies and solutions is at hand.
A two step destiny dance consisting of what's doing and what's becoming is up for reflection as the New Year nudges this movement moment.
Gather strength.
Gain ground.
Topple and tumble,
Render invisible.
The longing of each one asks,
"But will you love me tomorrow"...?
In silent awareness, we welcome whatever passes to sway, unmolested.
Detect a quiet sliding surrounding self.
This is the place of vivid vision.
Rely less on exposition; experience your self.
We spotted him amble hand in hand with a young boy, languid and wobbly, he juts his middle finger to an apparent affront.
Is this the place of paradox directing descendents to deftly dive toward the good?
Their unfurled freak flag reading; don't tread on me, (or else!)
All we need is love, and yet, at times, that's never enough, is it?
Disclosure, conviction and trust will carry us further along this road, unscathed.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
I will travel to Rilke’s castle and ask that the drawbridge be open.
Considering closely how the spiraling force of heart and hara reach out across the world.
Together we will walk his path and silently savor the season of a great presence.
Step to the front of the queue and mind the gap.
Falling will further free us from the dread of not knowing.
I wonder about death.
I worry in life.
I worship the ordinary.
I woo innocence.
I wander curiously.
I wish doggedly.
These days, home is a far away facade.
The call of the hearth hardly registers.
In its place there is a solid foundation, within, calling to space and silence.
It proclaims all the benefit of a castle cozy.
I can live there!
Familiar voice and visage are now distant and departed.
What was once flesh memory and direct descendants are now soul stories remade in the image and likeness of this present movement moment.
Memory renews itself as a nearby condition.
Shifting and redirecting its meaning, it becomes an unyielding steady narrative of a life being lived as a soul in motion.
The falls of Niagara continue its legend unabated, while everything surrounding disappears and emerges.
It is the saga of eternal truth bordered by the tale of the moment.
When will we ever learn? When will we ever return?
Travel well. vinn