tagged inspiration
Swirling thoughts in a bright, radiant pool,
how do I pick from you the path to ride?
The commitment to follow taken to seriously,
reluctance replaces recreation.
So how is the vast emptiness bridged on
beams of light? Optical optimism. Imagination.
Creation forms in emptiness.
Subtle gifts spring from stillness.
Feet spinning beneath me, I skim the streets of San Francisco from destination to destination. I call it Chak Chaka Utkatasana, powerful posture of spinning wheels.
Sitz bones float between two states: anchoring onto the seat & lifting when the terrain gets rough. Hands lightly balancing weight, centering, poised for maneuvers. Breath flows Ujjayi style.
Heart opens forward past handlebars. All senses tuned to the present moment: traffic & people; exhaust & fresh ocean air; earth's unwavering support underneath this most divinely efficient mode of transportation.
Obama '08 - Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.
What kind of presidential candidate evokes such vibrant artistry? (and from a yogi, no less.)
The kind for which I will vote.
This morning, I dreamed vibrant purple light washing down through my aura.
The memory is simply that: an indigo-violet crystalline veil expanding around me. Now, I'm riding those waves into the midday, as they reverberate through conscious thought, inflecting royal harmony into ideas & actions.
Any satvic inspiration, spark, seed can only become manifest with the rajasic fire of action. So the idea to create becomes the action of creation, and eventually the tamasic form created. (Satva, rajas & tamas are the gunas.)
The fountain of creation ever-flows. Each detachment, emptiness, really avails one to new opportunity. Leaps happen when we trust & let go; the quantum leap a sub-atomic example of our universe's proclivity for such non-deterministic behaviors.
In yoga & meditation, we practice release, opening to that from which we emerge. Chant & prayer are tools to entrain the mind when it's too noisy to just be still. As we build the muscle of mental release, the fabric of ourselves changes; a creature of grace & openness, where prosperity & abundance replace fear & longing.
So, the memory of that purple dream echoes, infusing my consciousness with divine appreciation. I'm lucky a pinch of indigo works so well with orange.
In what 750-page tome do you get fugal themes of formal systems, Tortoise & Mr. Crab, canons of dialog, artificial intelligence, genetics, hardwired behaviors of a wasp, consciousness, records that break record players, & etchings of strange loops?
Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid
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Mars + Kim commune with the damselflies
at the Frio River camping in Garner.