Archives: July 2021

How Was Big Sur?

I love Big Sur.

The nature there feels...right.

My body is excited to explore, and content to enjoy.

Yet the latest visit(s) have been with the mind, seeing an old friend, one of the oldest I have (as memory reveals.)

Everyone is a mirror, and to everyone we are a mirror...

And with everyone, we pay a price.

Oh, well...we imagine it so, but really, it is the person paying the price, seeing a cost, feeling exchanges, caught in the flows of one another.

How do we listen? How do we hold words?

There is an intensity that comes out with my old friend, and I see it

As the touching of swords.

Followed by the dance of the blades.

I...choose...to leave the blade sheathed, as the blade dances about my head.

Or I choose to unsheath the blade, touch blades and play.

Even in the crescendo, slamming down upon the counter and screaming, "I CAN BE ENRAGED AS MUCH AS YOU", I was there, watching.

And I am happy that in all my pain, memories and imagined, clinging suffering, that I saw no reason to plunge the blade into any heart, of body or mind.

Battle of the Mouth-Noise Artists

It's...the absence of words.

Oh, sure! Their manager speaks a bit, but the mouth-noise artists express themselves so perfectly with their sounds...

And the police roll-up and subsequent wipe-down had me in stitches!

So I also wondered about this, in terms of creation.

How do I share my journey beyond words?

As I explore the emptiness of my self, my shrinking chittris often ask how to create a map of my musings.

The release of words is so beyond words, yet...the prison of words can be described with words, and even so, the process of tearing down the walls.

Would anyone care to see?