Vishnu’s Dream

Once upon a dream in a time not long ago while sailing the dark silent sea in the vicinity of the constellation Crux which harbors the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unwritten words, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature is the true teacher in all of our ways of understanding words. The true understanding of what he read enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight, what he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense.

The stuff of the mind can be calm in one instance and treatuous in another just like the river, beneath the surface, are rip currents wanting to pull the flow of water under into opposite directions much like the way the currents in the mind work. Indeed some drown in these waters never to be heard from again while others embrace themselves in timeless fluidity.

And where do we go next oh great ocean? Will we find our Pilgrim circumnavigating just as assuredly as brave Magellan did in days of old? Why none other than the cosmic ocean the same one where Vishnu dreams the universe into being for isn’t that what we’re doing, dreaming our lives into being. So we set sail in a boat made of dreams through an ocean made of stardust to the other shore as the backdrop of our lives slowly disappears into oblivion and the next adventure unfolds.

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Inside Ludwig

stocksnap_5orw0dpir5_optI love listening to Beethoven. His 6th Symphony, The Pastoral is like the mind together with the heart and soul on a holiday out into the countryside on a summer day. Equally moving is the second movement of the 7th Symphony. The opening segment reminds me of a dirge which subtly builds upon itself into streaming lights of resolve and Continue reading Inside Ludwig

Time Out of Mind

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-George Berkeley

It’s that time again, the preeminent renewal point for the cycle of time as we know it, the new year. We see Father Time, elderly and bearded, on his one-way journey across times labyrinth, scythe and hourglass in hand. Not far behind is Baby New Year Continue reading Time Out of Mind

The Quiet Mind

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Dum Tacet Clamat
“While he is silent he shouts!”

In his silence, not a sound is heard yet the mind roars on and on, a never-ending barrage of incessant thoughts repetitive in kind from days present and days gone by. All words that were ever spoken are present evermore in time and space. So while he is silent he shouts of everything he ever thought or said or heard. Continue reading The Quiet Mind