Monday, January 23, 2012

mornings awareness is tinged with expectation

, wonder, delight, bristling sensitivity. the new born calf stands shakily and accepts mothers fat tongue licking her eyes, the world starts anew as if a billion days had never come and gone. i forget as easily as i remember, maybe easier, i dont know for sure as its so easy to forget why and where this is all happening. step away from the truth and back into your ego even for a moment and the realization becomes distanced and obscured. the light takes on a smudginess, like the thickness of ghee and the color of smoke pouring from the garbage fires along the street. even as i rise the world sinks into its daily routine, the deliveries, the resumption of the bodily functions, the need for agreement and consumption of information, some collection of continued occurrences and stories that bring the moment into focus. the separation has begun and is so complete that within minutes all our dreams are gone and any connection we had with our inner being that only shows itself when the ego shuts down, is lost as if it were the smoke dissipating in the wind. where do we go when we sleep and what is today that it needs to be repeated endlessly. what is this days promise that needs to be kept, the silent inward life that all shun and flee from as soon as possible. where is the rush, to what are we running to or from most likely, our true selves, trapped in a dream we cant remember.

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