The unfolding of a singular, most precious, and beautiful flower. She is backed up by her two older brothers. She is following the path of risk set before her and She is being revealed to the universe. Listen twice. The second time notice what lies just beneath the anxiety. Watch her bouncing knee and what emerges when the leg is still and she is lost in the process (toward the end). Ego’s anxiety vanishes like fog. The veil lifts and Her Soul’s wonder is glimpsed. It matches her smile. She has natural talent, as do all of them, but my source of pride is in their courage and the humans they are becoming. All people have talent and potential but those that risk, that put it out there, begin to know it. And it can change the universe. They are finding their own Groove, their own Selves.
The water was perfect for swimming and tourists wanting a postcard picture but when fishing it’s better if things are a bit imperfect. Me and the boys caught 40 or so of three or four different species over the three days. The best part was them being there and them putting up with my obsession. But there had been no real satisfaction. Even after we had loaded the cart with all the gear and were making the last long walk toward the car I noticed some activity toward the shallows. The boy sighed as I grabbed my rod and reel again. He sat down on a bench and waited and looked at his phone. Little did he know that I had been waiting for three days for this. It’s part of fishing and life that you have to have a hook in the water when the fish are there. The deal is that you get no prior notice so all you can do is keep casting. The promise is that if you keep casting you WILL catch a fish. That is life. So today take hope and keep casting. What you are fishing for will be by that way. If you don’t give up you will be there casting when it comes.
Last fish in the last minutes of the three days fishing. I let him go. 27 inches is the legal limit and he was thirty+. Very Groovy!
Two countries I knew
Two roads I walked
Both were exquisite and fine like the edge of a razor. Exquisite was the joy. Exquisite was the pain
Both flayed me, opened my soul to heights and to depths for which there are no words
One was ruled by the Sun
One was ruled by the Moon
One was filled with light, and joy, and the thrill of growing things
It is hard to breathe there, the air is thin and the light hurts your eyes
One was dark with a sweet, saturating, sadness heavy as the earth
It’s hard to breathe there under that weight, in the stillness, in the dark
One Kingdom promised the answer to dreams and desires of the heart
One Kingdom answered the dread of my deepest fears
Back and forth, back and forth, long I journeyed the bi-polar pathway
As high as I soared, even touching the sun, that far I fell, down, down, down
Longing’s ache, movement, hope’s teasing tug pulled me into the glorious fire, my wax melted and I fell
Great was the fall, epic was the ruin, dry, dusty, darkness, solitude, empty hollow ache
Long I lay there, time’s ticking warped, stretched into intervals that only the shifting Earth can reckon
As the mountains grew and continents shifted, dust settled over me, nothing grew but the rocks
Only silence and solitude and stillness were my companions, grief my nourishment
Then something stirred in me, a movement, an energy, a foreign force that frightened yet awakened me
I rose from the dark earth and made my way into the place between places, that space between light and dark
A region rarely traversed. The powerful pull of the poles seeking to claim me for the left or the right, the good or the bad, for gods or the devils
But I refused, something had changed, I rebelled against them both and was reborn on the utterance of the word No
Neither was my mortal home, neither was the land of my true habitation
The new way was neither/nor, but Both at once
The path, at first unstable, unfathomable, impossible like a drunk man on a tightrope
I learned to let go my clinging, my addiction to knowing, to allow the currents of emotion to wash over me
Stillness, the only way to move in that place between the paradox
And as I surrendered movement I was moved by forces larger than I, changed and rearranged
My pattern resonating with that which has called to me from forever
The lie of the either/or is tenacious and It’s powerful spell can only be starved slowly, never broken
The black sorcery practiced by the ancients continues still, hidden in view
The promise, the lure of distraction, life lived falsely, divided, unaware, asleep on the square, a bird in a cage
The Kingdom of Both is among us, can you not perceive it? Awaken to reality’s dream
Come walk with me here. I need a companion. We need companions to help us balance along the razors edge
Come and lay down your striving, lose all, and find everything here in the Kingdom of Both
