There are times when we try putting together life’s puzzles, assigning the pieces as neatly and securely as we can, into a box of our own subjective thinking; a box that hasn’t any room for fresh interpretation. The analysis is so in sync with the cerebral brain that we fail to enjoy the epiphanies that are present especially when the pieces of the puzzle seem not to fit as we think they should…if our narrative comes together, we call it a miracle, if not we’re disgruntled. We tend not to appreciate that in the perforations of this chaos there are considerations waiting for our attention. It is only when we trip into overload from this temporal way of thinking, thus spilling forth into the mysteries, do we expand our thoughts into the universe of a higher understanding. It is then, I come to realize that what I don’t know is more than I thought I knew and I’ll never know it all. Thus, I stand blessed and open to all there is on the road of perception raining down in the pale moonlight. This is mindfulness at its best, waiting to hand you something you didn’t have an inkling you were in need of.
Once upon a dream not too long ago, while sailing sleeps silent gate in the vicinity of the Constellation Crux which harbours the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unmarked writings, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature was his true teacher, however not so much that he hadn’t abandoned a life of books and study but the true measure of that study, enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight which he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense. Continue reading CRUX
Many take shelter from feeling too much within Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin But to know when all else fails When all is lost down the streets of desire The truest feeling is within the heart That’s the only real freedom there is The only thing they can’t take away from you Thus to fear the gift of solitude Is to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe. -JCContinue reading The Natural Bridge to the Universe
“You live that you may learn love. You love that you may learn to live. No other lesson is required of man.” –Mirad
One soul connects to another. But the longing which the cerebral mind intended may end up being completely different from what it originally sought, for the soul requires and demands something more, so our longing evolves laced with these core request. Love born just of passion will fade. As love born to reconnect to the image of a life long dead may resurrect the past, but not create the bridge to our true self, thus depriving the soul of its initial search. Continue reading Charting The Rainbow
Many take shelter from feeling too much within Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin But to know when all else fails When all is lost down the streets of desire The truest feeling is within the heart That’s the only real freedom there is The only thing they can’t take away from you Thus to fear the gift of solitude Is to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe…
Our Pilgrim recognized the three aphorisms found in the composer’s desk after his passing. They are Egyptian in origin and although all three are similar in meaning… the emphasis was to stress his conviction in the manner in which he lived.
We see Father Christmas wave goodbye as we enter another new year. Disappointed as to what was not achieved last year we turn to the future and what might be. The truth is what might be is here and now, in this moment and Father Christmas has never left. It is a cycle we ride just assuredly as time bends in space we bend time to our personal space. The cycle is horizontal as we never touch the ground to our being.
Somewhere, somehow, we need a little vertical in our lives, to touch the good earth, the ground of our being and just listen, void of all concepts and get back to Continue reading 2016… A Leap Into
Hold on to the thread The currents will shift Glide me towards You know something’s left And we’re all allowed To dream of the next, Oh the next time we touch -Pearl Jam, OceansContinue reading Oceans (in 5 Acts)