Poetic Motion

I am sitting not far from the time of action, making it born in the mind. I wonder if this is going to become how I mean it, and only hope that the wisdom lies in the fingers and can explore itself through the intelligence of the body.

There is a perfection in the intelligence latent in matter that the conscious mind knows nothing of. Or, if I am kind, almost nothing; we'll give ourselves a little credit, a little leeway. How is it that we've become so divorced from this natural intelligence? Maybe because we don't even acknowledge its loss among us. We think we know, we think we act, and we think we become, but we live in a cage and decorate it in a lively manner. It still remains the cage, though, and we remain unaware of what lies outside the cage.

How to undo the walls of this cage? To live more freely and more completely. This is, I feel, an important question that deserves serious inquiry.

Careful observation, intense scrutiny, and much honesty with self; maybe these qualities will allow the walls "to come tumbling down." There is the feeling that little will change until effort changes into something, a palpable dissolvent maybe, that can effectively remove the barriers to realization. REAL-ization. The process of becoming real, not fake, not imaginary.

Is it that we live so much in the mind, and admire its many and varied creations, that we feel nothing outside its domain? The mind is a useful tool, no doubt, but has it and its primary expression, thought and thinking, been overrated? Are they all that is? What I'm getting at is, is there something else available to the human outside or separate from mind that can do for us what the mind cannot?

A special device. A new quality of being. A different faculty than we've used up to this point. We must proceed carefully, full of care, here, for asking if something exists apart from the mind that can do what the mind cannot do (or seemingly cannot do for us, since it has had its chance now for ages) is moving into new territory and questioning the very apparatus that questions itself.

For, for most, we exist in our minds. The mind is the "sine qua non," the mechanism through which the world is organized and acted upon, for better or worse.

But the prospect of something new outside of or above mind is exciting, to say the least. Where would this something be? Where would it be found, or express itself? "Up there," in Heaven?
Or, more simply, in the body itself?

Here I refer the reader to the work or Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, excellently expounded elsewhere for the interested inquirer to peruse.

There is, perhaps, a profound intelligence latent in the cells, encoded in DNA, active in the atom, etcetera, that remains a mystery to our waking life.

When will we choose to wake this life? Do we have the courage? The patience? The necessary faith?

I am not asking for blind belief. I am asking for earnest inquiry, scientific experiment, and honest reporting (even if only self-reporting) of the results. I am calling for a deep, living anthropology: a new science of man, unafraid to admit dream, wonder, and mystery as its sister disciplines. But don't accept. Find out. Join in the immense importance of the endeavor. Everything might hinge on it.

So, in the body. A poetic motion. An immediate knowledge. An unfolding science for you and he and she and I to know, explore, investigate and experiment with. No longer a knowledge "out there" but one intimately "here." A subjective science, the science of the self.

What would the meeting of science and art look like? Would it be non-mechanical beauty? How would it change our way of seeing the world? And, for that matter, what is seeing (the world, and all else) anyway?

Go ahead, find out. Poetic motion.

Today In Eternity

I have not written for a while, so I expect my fan-base is waning. What fan base? We shall see who and what it is. There has been so much going on, but I am resolving to use this space, and others, to make sense of it, and then move forward.

I will use the material of life, mine, others’, and the world’s, to do this. For the very stuff of experience is what needs examined. Making sense of this and transforming this is the work of Yoga that aspires me forward. Turns my head toward the stars, and makes me think to share with the world.

It is not a matter of knowing, really, or at least not of knowing as we are accustomed to it, but of creating, or being a part of a creation that propels itself forward and changes, and in that sense is self-sustaining and evolutive. What do I mean by this? A seed whose fruit bears another growing seed, but changed and increased in capacity to move and proliferate. A whole new kind and type with new faculties and capacities. This is what the future holds for us.

And is there a risk of sounding fantastic? Of course there is. Is there a risk of being misunderstood? Of course there is. But perhaps this is where the future will take us if we want to go there. And what do we have to look forward to? Something entirely new unfolding among us. And here we have the opportunity to be a part of it.

Can anyone tell me what has gone on in the Middle East of late? We thank those who work for just and noble causes. We appreciate the opportunities that Life has laid out before us. And we seek truth avidly, like the bee seeks pollen to produce honey. All of this is fodder. Grist for the mill. So we take it and systematically work it in the cauldron of mystery that is the mind, hoping that by the effort, merely, of wanting, some magic will do the transforming and make in us the qualities that we somehow lack but know, deep-down, are our birthright.

How? I don’t know. Why? Because we are Children of God. Simply.

Oh, you should have seen the sun where I live today. So marvelous, so sincere, and stark and lighting the landscape so profoundly. It is walloping good. Snarls. Yes, googly wow.

We make for the hedges and beat the truth out like sound hounds barking the fox down and smiling in the glow of their low glory.

This needs considering and reconsidering. The travel journal that wishes to light the way for all to see. To make sense of and transform as we are all unparalleled specimens of the New Transformation.

What transformation? Ah, that is the Yoga that I am going to get at and how I will make the mark that is shooting its arrows through me, some of it making perfect sense and some of it making perfect non-sense, sensibly. Got that?

What did happen in the Middle East today? More explosions? Bless the brave and needy. For the brave have need of need, and the needy certainly need bravery. To make them brave, and increase the need. To know and think and move and hear with eyes that sense the Lord everywhere.

“In all things I am present, but of them I am none.” Who said that? A man named Gita.

In India, it was not uncommon for books to have names like people, and even to be given their own birthdays, or days of celebration. So, like the blasphemous polytheisms that proliferated without heed for right or wrong, everything under the sun was given its day of worship and reverence. Books no exception. There is a day, or so I was told, where books have their day of respect, their “birthday,” we might say.

And why not? There could be worse things to worship, no? At least they are a symbol for something, containing much that is potentially good, and much that is possibly the opposite, dark and destructive. That would be where we come in, wouldn’t it? That might be choice, wouldn’t it?

I will insert this blog as soon as I can, hopefully tomorrow. What did happen in the Middle East today? The healing of man? Tell me it is so…

First Entry

God, this feels right. There is nothing more pressing than the need to inform and transform while looking for the right medium. One that permits growth through sharing, or serving. Hopefully, this blog will enable us to get down to the business of finding out what is truly valuable and useful in this world.

Where does someone start? How do you tell the story of your journey through... through infinity? Certainly there are some who must understand, who know that what we see is by no means all there is. If you are one of those people, then maybe you will find something of interest on this posting, listing, site, or whatever the hell we want to call it. It is a call in the wild, "A voice of one crying out in the wilderness," perhaps. Or maybe just a desire to share in a forum where one will be heard.

Who knows who will read this, and what s/he will get out of this? That is truly one of the greatest mysteries enabled by the marvelous advent of the web. The web connecting us through the lightning of cyberspace. With the desire to be economical with the use of language I will stop here for this evening. And rest. How fantastic it is that we live in a country that permits the freedom of expression, no? What would dear T.J. or J.A. have thought? They'd have been tickled to the heights of their reason, and no doubt they would have used networks to communicate with one another. Well, may we begin another dialogue together, one worthy of our noble founding fathers and their inspirers. Until tomorrow, then... The Unknown Seeker.