Wheels

I am re-inventing the wheel, with my unique spin.

I starting from the beginning, doing what everyone ever has done, and I am doing it my way. I am bringing my uniqueness to the world through the medium of human being.

I am just like you and everyone and, just like you and everyone, I am incomparable.

What matters in life, what’s real, you have to discover for yourself. Nothing of any value can be given, you must ascertain it. And you must live it, not think or fantasise about it but experience it.

Only then can you encounter it, only then can you grow.

I am re-inventing the wheel. I am digging down under the surface into the earth. I am ploughing and planting, I am right in my roots.

I am leaving no stone unturned and I am finding the first invention for myself. That is my companionship with all souls who have walked the earth. That is my solidarity with you. Our respective solitudes bring us together.

We all have to invent our own wheels in our own way.

Procrastinating

I am putting things off, strategically. Intuitively. Physically.

When events are significant in magnitude and momentum, any action to address them can feel inadequate. The right movement will happen in the right way at the right time, and action will be taken in the inspired moment.

For now, this is preparation. And in preparation, action can be inappropriate.

Action in the last stages of preparation will waste energy. It will be a haemorrhaging of your power. You will arrive at the occasion scattered and depleted.

Keep your energy focused, not in a concentrated, mind-made way, but through intense centredness and presence.

What can be more important than your togetherness? The rest are details and the details, with your alert participation, will take care of themselves.

Everything you have lived has brought you to this moment. You are this moment. Everything is here now.

I am putting off here and now what is not yet here and now. I am deliberately procrastinating.

I am working with tension by not succumbing to it. I am in the eye of the storm. I have found the calm at the core of everything. I take that with me into the world.

All groundwork has been done, the time is here to be.

Blankets

I’ve been watching people. I’ve been watching myself.

We get wrapped up in heavy layers of insulation, chosen for comfort and warmth but dark and burdensome, keeping us from life. And, it isn’t even cold outside!

We are trudging through the perceived wilderness, weary and weighed down, enveloped in illusions while the most wondrous scene surrounds us.

We can’t even see. We haven’t even looked. If someone or some occasion were to draw our eyes upward, we would glance patronisingly at the starlit sky and, melodramatically, say, “Yes, but I have more important things to worry about.”

We choose our blankets for ourselves. We do so daily, moment by moment. We want to be asleep.

Dreaminess has its charms. It’s a drug, a little escape that turns out to be lifelong. It’s full of fine feelings, although they are fuzzy and dopey.

We choose our blankets for ourselves and we put them around other people. We console and cover them instead of choosing to see reality.

We pull on one another to dance in our dramas. We are like somnambulists groping in the dark, living a shared nightmare while lost in separate dreams. Even in the face of death, we cling to the comfort that kept us from living.

Each day, each moment, you need to feel the blankets creeping up to cover you.

Sometimes they are from habits, sometimes from semi-conscious choices. They are unconsciousness. Sometimes they stem from others, sometimes from ourselves. Whatever the case, they are dropped through awareness.

Feel and see the blankets wrapped around you. Be the awareness watching them. Feel and see them coming from others. Be the awareness. Wake up.

It’s a beautiful day!

Curiosity

Follow your natural interest. Follow your intuition.

Go into that energy, that pull, that seductive sense that redeems you from the mundane.

Life is meaningless on the surface and most people hack along hopping from hope to false hope. Then suddenly you feel a connection with the mystery, a oneness with the whole.

You feel that you belong, you are meant to be here, and that life holds infinite wonder. The magic of your being opens up. Your intense inquisitiveness is engaged.

Go into it.

Kids are curious, inherently wonderstruck. They are not looking for answers, they are enjoying a state of constant amazement. They are innocent and alive.

Adults are sold on the superficial and very unhappy with their purchase. It was not a fair trade, they lost all that matters for a little luxury.

Curiosity is a return to innocence, a shift from the dead illusion of accumulated knowledge to the vital reality of permanent freshness.

What makes you feel new again? It’s always here, but you are not. Be here and you will reconnect with it. Or follow it and you will find the now.

What is your natural curiosity? It contains the treasures of the universe. The doors of perception open all around you all the time.

Sometimes they may feel small but they are always significant. Sometimes they are immense and swallow you whole. And sometimes they are suitably seductive to simply show you the way. The steps are yours to take.

Your curiosity is uniquely yours. Your romance with life is your personal affair with the universe. What beguiles you from the beyond is beckoning to you to bring it into being by experiencing it.

Life explodes where you and your curiosity meet.