My mother sent across many seas and rivers another package of “a few of my favorite things” (Chippies banana chips, lipstick, books, magazines); in the box was my copy of The Enlightened Heart. I haven’t read this “anthology of sacred poetry” in some time, and upon reading, I remembered why its poems are a daily must read.
The Golden God, the Self, the immortal Swan leaves the small nest of the body, goes where He wants.
He moves through the realm of dreams; makes numberless
delights in sex; eats, drinks, and laughs with His friends; frightens Himself with scenes of heart-chilling terror.
But He is not attached to anything that He sees… – The Upanishads
These last few weeks have been contemplative. There’s nothing major occurring, but there’s the feeling that something’s about to happen. Something great. In my anticipation of something wonderful on the brink, each day has become more joyful and positive. So, I think the “thing” that is supposed to happen is what has already become. This now, not tomorrow.
A good traveler has no fixed plans
and is not intent upon arriving.
A good artist lets his intuition
lead him wherever it wants. – Lao Tzu
Life is like a canvas and we paint our lives with each thought, word and action. Light and dark moments. Vivid and bright. This life, thus far, I’ve called the dream series, because of how impressionistic all my memories have become. Blurry images undefined, but the idea’s there, some faces are there, most importantly, the feelings are there. (Even in this short time that I’ve lived in Japan, friends have come and gone in every respect– a blur.)
I used to think that I was “a traveler,” but it seems that the need to get up and be “anywhere but here” has flickered out in me. I’m not quite sure if it’s good or bad, something I should worry about or not. Is it stability or boredom? What does this mean? I think it means that I should get up and move around more outside of Tokyo prefecture, see more than the already known streets and alleyways. When collecting the paintings of my life, the written words, the canvases, the love amassed, there should be huge splashes of color. A collection of which to be proud.
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, nor in Indian shrine rooms, nor in
synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own
neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly— – Kabir
So much divinity and beauty all around us, in us. Sometimes, I meet people and find them so adorable that I feel love and want to express that somehow: students, people on the street, strangers of all ages. (I wonder what someone would do if I actually reached across and gave them a squeeze or pinched their cheeks.) A few days ago, I followed an old couple, at a safe distance, because of their appeal.
Reaching out to touch a stranger… I like living this way, I like loving this way. – Michael Jackson (Human Nature)
Tell em… – MJ
This journey is becoming filled with “oh, I get it” moments. How?
2) Love and gratitude. (*If you’ve opened your loving to God’s love, you’re helping people you don’t know, and have never seen. – Rumi)
3) Avoiding negativity as much as possible: Situations, and sometimes people.
4) Creating thoughts, creating reality.
5) Silence, and music.
What they undertook to do
They brought to pass’
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass. – W.B Yeats
Take care, and much love,