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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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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.
We no longer cherish our bodies. As a friend once told me “To be human is a privilege.” This flesh given to me is my responsibility as within it lies knowledge and information passed down to me by hundreds of thousands of generations of my ancestors. I must care for it as it is me. A part of me at least, as the physical is not the only aspect of the self. So, in order to achieve a healthy and fulfilling lifestyle, all aspects of the whole must be cared for in the correct manner.
Right now, I am specifically targeting the physical manifestation of the self. We do not eat healthy. Most of us, including myself until recently, would put any kind of food substance into our bodies without a second thought as to how it would effect our organic machinery. We don’t exercise regularly, either because we don’t have time or don’t make time or don’t care. I see no difference besides time between the heroin addict, the alcoholic, and the person who is overweight and continues the bad habits that has led him or her to such a state. Obesity is not a disease, it is a lifestyle choice. Whether or not the person has an addiction to the effect on the brain by eating large amounts of food is another issue. Some of you may disagree with me, that’s fine.
We must remember that our bodies still belong to the animal kingdom and as is such we are animals, regardless of Reason. That means there is a balance in all things, including our bodies. When things get out of balance is when things become dangerous. If we are to look at the human body in a figurative manner as representative of humanity as a whole, we may begin to see what ails us as a people, the human people. The next step is to look at the other aspects of the self in such a way.
The self is holy. The soul is our connection to the Infinite One. The communal aspect is our connection to each other, biologically and spiritually. The body is the Temple the contains it all on the altar of humanity for this brief moment in time.
My dear friend Alejandra posted this on my Facebook time line: “When shall we see each other?”
This is my reply:
“When the sun and the moon meld in the sky to form a land of bliss where milk and honey flows into cups of ebony and gold from trees of jade an alabaster. Only then, in a reality of nostalgic happiness reminiscent of days past, of uncomplicated joy at the breath created by the flap of a butterfly’s delicate wings. Only in this place can we come together again in friendship, in appreciation of each other and those close to us, as we sit for a meal of Thai and Japanese, sake and beer. When the earth and the sky coalesce into a kaleidoscopic array of warmth and song and the currents in the ground rise up through our feet, commanding movement and dance. Only then. Only then.”
A moment of creativity to make a friend smile and share some thoughts. Felt like sharing this.
Strange how visual we are as a species. For most people, a change in their life is never complete without an external and visual change. A different haircut (what caused this line of thought), a different wardrobe, new car, or even new friends. Regardless of what the specific outward change may be, it is only a fraction that represents the exponentially larger internal transformation, for better or worse.
These are moments in our lives that mark the our progression. These are the mile markers. The moments when we externalize a decision and saunter forward with a re-evaluated purpose. The more we feel that a certain visual aspect defines us, the more drastic the internal transformation is once we change that external detail. And in fact, that’s all it is, a detail. Your hair, wardrobe, and belongings do not define you. Your decisions and actions define you for they will affect the experience you are about to undertake. It will color the sky under which you walk your path of life. These shifting of these aesthetic details may seem trivial to most, yet they are moments of intense self-scrutiny and self-analysis because the way in which you look at yourself is infinitely more important than how others view you.