When the world has lost its flavor. When it seems that the color fades. How do you find the energy to try a new dish or paint your palette fresh?
I look at the sky outside my window and there is so much movement there. From the clouds that drift in their dream-like state to the cars that fly past. I can tell in these quiet moments that life won't just sit still. Try as I might I can't hold it back from its pulsing tide.
In that knowledge I realize that the world has never really lost its flavor and the colors have not faded. I have just let myself momentarily disassociate from what can bring me joy - from what does bring me joy. All I really have to do is re-connect to the attributes of the world that feed my soul the energy it craves.
In the last roughly 48 hours I have left myself drift in and out of touch with this abundance. I have clung too tightly to obvious detours, places that will only lead to brick walls - when I just as easily could open the door and walk quite casually into the light of day.
Resolute I stand (actually since I am typing, it is fairly clear that I am sitting- but the imagery is better this way) - Resolute I stand - ready to enter that flowing, pulsating tide of life. To absorb and to add to the beat, building the great rhythm that flows around us and feeds us all. Our shared orchestral dance of abundance.
I refuse to shackle myself to memories, sidebar remarks and hopes whispered in the dark. I am. And that is enough to ignite the karmic spark that will enable me to be, to believe and to rise unfettered to those clouds I can still see in the clear light just outside my window.
Catch me if you can..............
'All that we see or seem / is but a dream within a dream'...later to be rewritten 'Is all that we see or seem,/ but s dream within a dream?' We all try to clasp our fist in a desperate attempt to save but one speck of dust, of memory, of hope...The problems lies in considering this speck alive or not. If not alive, why go through the trouble of saving it in the first time, and if alive, how tightly can we squeeze without turning it lifeless?
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Often we can not see the difference - between the fiction and the reality. It is the perception that brings life in focus. As a brilliant mind once said (My Father) - "Reality is what you perceive it to be - therefore others will perceive it differently" - this knowledge is fundamentally the catch 22 of relationships - the base of existentialism - and the vortex of the reality in which we live. We can listen to what others say - but it is still heard through the filter of OUR reality. Hence - fiction or non-fiction - table or mesa? It is all in the language of our minds.. Alas and Alack - the abundance and the void are coupled irretrievably - all we can do is enjoy the dance..........
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