Saturday, March 03, 2007

Melodic and Monotone

Healing others or fearing them -- a choice in everyday moments. Absorbing the beauty of the world is a gift from the universe to be taken without flinching -- fear of its passing or forfeiture is the harbinger of the ruse, the ego. And the soul retreats to save itself for another imagined day.

But again I remember, absorbing the beauty is a gift from the universe--a gift always poised there, open and authentic. What is there to fear?

All is well known to a degree and yet so much more floats in the ocean of uncertainty and that word brings fear to so many places but it might best be accompanied, not to stand alone. Rather, it might be uncertainty and calmness or tranquil uncertainty. It is what it is. And how wonderful it is. When floating upon the waters we may not know where we travel though we think we have a raft ' just in case'. Yet, just tranquil how peaceful the place, the moment. Liquid pillows rolling into shimmering moving bed. Vast and peaceful.

Death is certain -- all else, living , breathing, day-to-day, is uncertain. So how beautiful the day of uncertainty! Love it. Love the gifts of beautiful beings floating in this so-called sea of uncertainty. Oh! How fine this way-- to absorb, to observe, to accept as is. Rain or shine.

I recall a story I have told twice today - once to the taxi driver who was driving me back from a cancelled flight and again to my manicurist. This will be the third telling today. There was a foreign exchange student who had never seen snow. The first fall was the wonderous big hug floating moist snowflakes you can catch on your tongue. Blessed be! A beautiful moment. By the end of March we would laugh and ask her about snow. She would grimace and say, Ah! No more snow!!

What had changed? Some would say boredom appeared. Some would say the newness faded. Others would say judgement entered. Others would ponder her fear of the scarcity of time and her need for experience. Still others would say her fear appeared from experiences with that year's snow storms. Some would sum it up simply by saying knowledge happened. I think on the wisdom in Don Miguel Ruiz's book, "The Voice of Knowledge". How true.

And perhaps the instinct for survival thwarts our bliss. We learn, we judge, we speculate and life reveals its temporality -- its fading spark -- until all things bleed into sameness. The polarity of the unique "Ah!" joy of first experience and the sameness of a lifetime of experiences reveals the key -- almost as a paradox for both hint of a greater truth.

In facing the sameness of everything and the freshness of everything -- life breathes breath over and over but every moment is new no matter how many times judgment dulls it or duty dims its importance. It is unique, authentic. The secret splendor children know and we sometimes forget -- every moment is incredibly new, unique, authentic. And every moment is the same as the next -- is one with its entirety.

Sages, prophets, messiahs give us riddles to pull us closer and split us appart in an instant to be absorbed into the greater universe. Unique and the same. Melodic and monotone.