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This is a space for me to share my thoughts. It is titled Celestial Thought because thoughts are divine. As someone once told me "If God stops thinking, we will cease to exist."
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A clear sound rings through the air. Chiming from translucent walls, To and through the barriers of thought. Conjuring images of an ethereal smiles, Manifesting a song from a frequency of harmony. Content within a crystalline cocoon, She will burst forth an image of womanhood, Transforming with the magic of birth.
Long, dark hair Burned black by the fire in her soul. She lights a conflagration of desire in the emotions of men. Smoke lingers in her wake, Cinders cover her shoulders. Granddaughter to Prometheus, she brings light. But beware, for her anger brings disaster, Complex and untamed like the flames that cast out the darkness from humanity.
At six in the morning, On the bus, The only sound the thrumming of the engine, And the informing of the automated voice. Rolling down Kendall Drive, The passengers sparse this early on a Sunday. Lost in thought, Or a fleeting dream, Trying to catch elusive sleep. I get off at Dadeland, The exhaust and roar of the diesel the only farewell. Well, the man waved. The one with the guitar, sport jacket, and nice shoes. The one that stood with me, in silence, Waiting for the bus. Time to go to work. I walk by full stores, empty of people, Void of life. The rare morning fog making this a mystical journey. The sound of the berimbau and dois pandeiros, Of Mestre Canguru’s accompanying emotions, Puts determination in my step As I walk through a mysterious Miami. Just another choice, another experience, In the Game of Life.
The bright rays of imagination Kiss my face As I lay adrift On the waves of my mind, The winds of my thoughts Caressing my skin. Beneath the surface, The sea of my creativity churns, Frothing white-capped waves cradling me Before I am tossed towards the sun, Only to plunge into the depths of my subconscious. Time becomes a memory Right beside the laws of gravity. No reference of the where, Left with an experience of the why. My inner being, an explorer. Discovering secret compartments Of sideways dimensions, Where light and sound bend into the corners, The crevices of myself. A place that blends the lines into An amalgamated, plural singularity. With my eye, I Witness the fractious whole of the holy.
It is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten.
It is not wrong to reach into yourself and tap into that stream of united and flowing consciousness to sit at the roots of the tree. The tree of life and knowledge where we can find our ancestors. Smiling and beckoning to us to come and sit. To listen to their stories. To share in their wisdom. The distant gleaming light of the stars shining through the leaves of the great tree. Almost as if the Universe was smiling.
Transition is a constant state. The universe is fluctuating at this exact moment, recycling the same cosmic substance that has been here the entire time. This is fact. Anyone reading this can take a look at their life and there can be no denial that the state of things do not remain the same. If it seems to do so, it is only an illusion.
Every second of every day is a transition for we live our life in stages. From the temporal shift of seconds into minutes into hours into days into weeks into months into years and so on, to the general feel of the different points of our lives. Do you remember how you felt as a child? How everything was new and bright? With no baggage? It simply was. Do you remember how you felt as a teen? The intensity of the emotions? The new questions you began to ask yourself about yourself and your place in the world?
So with this overwhelming evidence of the illusory nature of our routines, why do we become so disconcerted with the shifts in our existence? I am not free of this experience. Recently I have come to realize that if we, as human beings and bound to this natural system we call Earth, do not live with conscious awareness of our place in the natural world we will never reach our true potential.
The fluctuating state of reality is what allows for us to tap into the potential we all contain within. To slip into the stream of cosmic consciousness, commune with the Infinite One, and express reality in our own specific manner.
Flow with the sacred river of existence. Open yourself to the transitional reality of your life. Step out of the bracket created for you and look up to the stars to see the truth the Universe has displayed for you in plain view. Do not hold on to what will inevitably pass from you. The cosmic flux flows through our souls, do not stagnate.
As we live, so we die. This is the natural order of things. Birth, growth, followed inevitably by death. Yet death need not be an event of sorrow. Those that leave these crossroads move on to the next step; the transcendence of the soul. That does not mean that they are no longer with us. Their temporal signature on our lives dwells within us and lives on within us. A gesture, a jest, the soft sounds left behind in our memories. We carry these for the rest of our days. The lessons learned, the experience of their lives passed to us, is a presence retained within the intangible current between individuals. We remember, and this carries us through our grief.
What is important is the bond. What is important are the invisible ties that bind us in life and continues after their passing from this place. We must remember fondly the moments of joy even if they may be few with the epochs of pain and suffering. For within these moments lies the truth of life. The experience of the presence of this individual that reveals to those left behind the significance of kith and kin, family, whether it be by blood or by deed.
Life is fleeting and precious and is the ultimate privilege given to us by the Infinite One, the experience of a lifetime.
I have found that life is all about upkeep and maintenance. We have been given this gift called life, specifically as humans, and we have to maintain it. From exercise and good nutrition to healthy relationships and dynamic interactions with others. There are many more factors than this, but we need to do regular maintenance. Life won’t get better if we don’t actively work to make it so. Of course, this begins with the inner journey, but we cannot neglect the way in which we treat the world around us. From our friends, colleagues, and acquaintances to our environment. We must take care of these connections or they will deteriorate and ultimately fail.
If there is something not quite right, open up the toolbox and do a little troubleshooting. You might be surprised at how simple the job might be.
I have been focusing recently on improving my ability to play and understand the berimbau. I have learned two toques, or rhythms, to a point where I can play them well enough. However, I want to slide into the rhythm when playing. I want to allow the sound of the berimbau to overcome my senses and project energy into the roda. To do that, I need to understand the instrument and understand music.
That is part of the beauty of capoeira. To be a capoeirista requires much more than physical capability. It is dedication to something. It takes time to learn the moves and how to play and interact with others. And it also takes time to learn how to play the instruments, especially the berimbau. There is something mystical about its impreciseness. It invites you to play with it and its many subtle variations of sound. The cabaça may be a bit too high or the arame might be a bit too tight. Only striking the arame with the baqueta will tell you if it sounds right. One must play it constantly to find the right balance that allows you to swing into an expression of self that is so pure and simple that it can be overwhelming at times.
The sounds of the berimbau are conducive to meditation. The constant rhythm can lull you into a trance as you focus on playing and let your mind wander into spirit of this thing you are manipulating with your hands. I always wanted to learn how to play bass, thanks to Justin Chancellor of Tool, but what we want and what we need are two different things. I have found what I need and I will focus on it. A simple on-stringed musical bow can become a gateway to a higher consciousness and communion with the Infinite One, if you let it.