Tsunami

         

Here it comes again! That giant wall of emotions surging towards me like a tsunami from the past.

Just when the skies were clear and the waters were calm, an eruption in the ocean of life has occurred and the ramifications are reaching the surface, breaking the surface and causing a ripple of mega proportions. A blast reaching out from the core, soon to overtake me and dash me against the rocks once again.

Perhaps it is that moment when I am in a state of bliss and my guard is down, that is the time I am most vulnerable. However, if I am truly happy and content in my thoughts, it will instead lift me up and carry me on to the next shore.

In any event, it is that time of year for energies to be released and pent up feelings to be set free. As for me I'd rather surf the wave than be sucked under by it.

Bring it on, I will be in desert!

Clouds

The clouds of spring and summer this year have been extraordinary. Clouds such as these I have not seen since I was a young boy. Or perhaps is it that I am getting young again in my older years?

My grandfather and I used to sit together on the porch of our house in Rockford. We would look up and watch the procession of clouds drift by. Sometimes soft and gentle, other times strong and ascending they would provide us with endless entertainment as we watched this cosmic theatre unfold.

Today I came across a book entitled simply "Wind Blown Clouds". I laughed and thought to myself how proud would my grandfather be to know that he could have been the author of this book. But not just that - he could and would have been much more, and he was. When grandfather and I looked up to the skies, we saw not only clouds in motion but rather a puppet opera.

Every cloud has a distinct personality and purpose. When a storm is coming they are ominous, when good weather abounds they are happy and playful and when there is rain or snow coming they are rather serious. There are occasions when clouds merely, playfully change shapes as if they were bored. I have seen clouds shape shift from cherubs to dragons and from puppies to werewolves. But in the end they are only clouds - aren't they?

People are much like clouds. Ever changing changelings. Always looking for that better shape, a more perfect format, or that most ultimate essence from which to play our role in life.

I think that my grandfather taught me a lot about life. Thank you grandpa!

From "My Phoenix Rising"

(by Robert Dobnick)

Frozen Winter Moments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I met him on a frosty white morn, some time in December when the sun was warm. The frozen forest and sky were one, encasing me in a sphere that was spun. A moment of magic in time and space forever past and future perfect in place.

He said to me "do you remember a million years ago, when laughter somehow owned your soul"? I said "I do and there was you beneath my wings of ice and snow, to lift me up and make me whole".

Then from the sky there came a light that pierced the grey and sunless night. Liquid crystals and powdered snow at once caught fire to warm my soul.

I heard myself sing to me, a song of freedom ever so gently. A lullaby so serene that it made the moment evergreen.

So take my hand and if you dare a million memories I will share. But one thing you must promise me and that is love eternally.

 

Tsunami

Here it comes again! That giant wall of emotions surging towards me like a tsunami from the past.

Just when the skies were clear and the waters were calm, an eruption in the ocean of life has occurred and the ramifications are reaching the surface, breaking the surface and causing a ripple of mega proportions. A blast reaching out from the core, soon to overtake me and dash me against the rocks once again.

Perhaps it is that moment when I am in a state of bliss and my guard is down, that is the time I am most vulnerable.

However, if I am truly happy and content in my thoughts, it will instead lift me up and carry me on to the next shore.

In any event, it is that time of year for energies to be released and pent up feelings to be set free. As for me I'd rather surf the wave than be sucked under by it.

Bring it on, I will be in desert!

Aging Gently

What is it that we fear most about aging?

For me it is the possibility that I might loose the ability to take care of myself and/or the fact that my mind could go before me. The other things in life such as beauty, machismo and the rest really don't enter into the equation.

If we live in accordance with the rules of nature such as eating properly, exercising and maintaining a healthy mental attitude through whatever floats your boat - yoga, meditation, prayer or chanting then there should be no problem. Our bodies are meant to house our chi for as much time as is needed to complete its cycle.

Of course genetics are a very important part of the equation, but substance abuse and stress can advance the process of aging and make it less graceful.

I'm not saying that everyone who does his or her best to maintain a healthy life will in fact achieve that goal. There are always a million variables that can set upon us without warning. But in the end we are at least partially responsible for our own actions.

The Budists believe that we are reincarnated over and over until we get it right. The Christians and Jews believe that we have one chance at it and are punished if we fail. Pagans worship the earth and sky gods and but still have fears of eternal punishment if not lived in accordance with the universal flow.

I have never been quite sure as to what it is that I should call myself. I was born and raised a Roman Catholic, then studied Judisim, Budism, Hinduism and several other religions. I guess I came to the understanding eventually that they were all preaching the same cermon but in different and ethnic ways. Agnostic seems to be the only term that captures my feeling on the subject but it is not exactly right either.

To see the universe at work in it's haphassard yet organised fashion is to marvel at life in general. It exists in the moment and resinates in the past but it creats it's own future as well. It is in fact infinte - without end or begining. I'm just glad to be apart of it at the moment.

Strike a Match

There are times in my life when, just like magic, all becomes clear. These are times of wide eyed, freshly experienced emotion and commotion.

As we get older these feeling are harder to come by, since we have long since experienced it all. Or so we think ... Strike a match!

Much like a mixture of chemicals and fluids produces many more results than the sum of its parts, we too are mixtures of not only chemicals and fluids, but time and space as well. We are three dimensional and as such can reach out in a thousand directions at will.

We, and only we, are the masters of our universe. Only we can make things happen or let them lie. It is up to us to create the magic that we can be and take it to stellar heights.

Where there is possibility let there be pursuit. Where there are blossoms let us look for the fruit. And if there are challenges let us recruit and take from inner strength to help us    reconstitute.

Where are the possibilities if not in our fears, and where are the challenges if not in our tears. Would it be fruitful if we did not first plant the seed. And how does the flower grow amongst all the weeds?

Show me mountain that has not been climbed. And show me an ocean that has not been stride. To take to the air is the answer it seems. The higher we fly the greater our dreams.

Running in Reverse

What happens when time catches up with itself? Perhaps it merely waits or does it speed on by only to look back in remiss?

Life is something that defies definition for if it where defined it would not longer be alive. But life is the process by which we tangibly exist in a certain place, at a certain time, and in a special way.

To let the mind run free is like letting go of the reins of a wild stallion only to find that control is no longer an issue, but rather hanging on for the ride is more to the point.

As the sun sets on my last decades of diligence it occurred to me that all the planning and scheming that I managed to accomplish did not in fact produce the end result that I thought I was after. Instead I found myself thinking that maybe it was for not.

But today I had an epiphany, a moment of enlightenment if you will. Today I realized that all the twists and turns that my life has taken were most definitely for a reason, and that reason was that I had not been true to myself in the very beginning. Maybe if I had listened to my inner voice in the beginning things would have been more straight forward.

However, I also realize that early on there is not much for a beginner to say. Experiences must occur in order for ones mind to develop, and eventually, much like any other living organism, mathematics enters and the building blocks begin to be put into place. From this point on, left to our own devices, we could easily run in any direction and so guidance is necessary.

Guidance is the key word. A gentle steering, a well placed hand to aid us in whichever direction we are comfortable going. So maybe I have done exactly what I needed to do. No more, no less. Perhaps it is only my mind running past itself that stops to say "what has taken you so long to get here?"