LORD OF THE DANCE

The first activity that made us human was not speech but dance. We came together around a fire. In a circle. There were drums. We began to move together.  A shuffle. A bob. A swoop. A swirl. Pirouette. One two. One two. Grace. Power. Rhythm. A simultaneous movement. This is who we are. Ecstatic… ecstatic together. Eyes hooded. The mind quiet. The beat of the drum. The beat of the heart. Synchronous. This movement seems lost to us. Especially as we grow old. But it is right there. Listen to the beat. Feel it in your toes… in your heels. One step leads to two steps. Remember who you are. Let the fire light warm you. Let the flow of the dance carry you like a river. Become yourself... Lord of the Dance

FEATHER

The ancient Egyptians knew a lot about the transition from this world to the world after living. At the moment of death the heart is weighed by a being with the head of a Golden Wolf. Here’s the beauty… it was weighed against a feather… a Snowy Owl feather. If the heart was heavier than the feather there was no journey to the perfection of eternity. To be light-hearted… to carry no weight of sorrow… of Samsara… in the human heart… what a brilliant injunction. I finally received the message this week. The brain is not where the soul of man resides. The brain is simply the on-board computer that runs the vehicle of my body. It’s importance is all puffery. The memory in the fibres of my heart that is where the nidus of my soul lives. The heart is a pulsing toric electromagnetic field generator. & here is the irony…. to be free… spiritually free… it needs to be light as a Snowy Owl feather.

ONE FLAME

Have you, like me, not laid in the dark awake?

Have you, like me, not sought an abiding grace?

Have you, like me, not opened your inward eyes?

Have you, like me, not seen the ocean rise?

Can you discard your human skin, oh snake?

Can you not surf & crest on the prism wave?

Can you well up & spread like silver quick...

& then return to the flame of the single wick?

When you become your luminous self divine 

Return to the ebb & flow of timeless time.

The pearl resides beneath the sifting layers

& here is there & now is everywhere.

FIVE CIRCLES

SNOWY OWL

My deepest love is for the North….. the North & yes for Winter. My nation is Winter. The north defines every aspect of who I am. How to find a symbol to represent that deep, deep love. I saw a Snowy Owl once sitting silent in the middle of a great expanse of tundra up in the Arctic on Banks Island. That is who I am. The Snowy Owl. I stake that claim. I am powerful in solitude… in the depth of winter. I fly silent as a snow flake in an endless snow fall. I embrace Silence. I embrace the pure white of a field filled with snow. From that point of stillness Time itself never moves & never has moved &  every other possibility blossoms forth. Begin again at the beginning. Begin again. As always. It begins.

EMBRACE

I learned a very powerful lesson last summer. I sought, in myself, to understand whether true compassion existed. Not a fleeting awareness of another being’s suffering.... as though a glass darkly….but a true deep shared experience of what they were going through. I affirmed with adamant certainty that I have that compassion at the source of my being. It is unassailable. That certainty opened an understanding for me that has changed everything. If that compassion absolutely exists in me it exists in the Universe as well. I am but a small shard of the abiding brilliance of the Creation. My compassion is but a drop in the ocean of the Compassion that abides throughout. This was the complete melting of all my resistance. There is a loving presence at the Alpha and the Omega. What I thought was the Void in an instant became the Presence. I am still trying to fully embody the depth & power of this understanding. 

THE ALCHEMIST

What is the arcane quest to turn lead to gold? Therein lies the great mystery that we continue to cloak in our rational pursuit of the tangible. We scientists are  hard-wired to prove everything even when the current version of the facts points to the unknowable. The observer changes that what is observed… a fundamental principle of psychology & of physics. You cannot know the wave-length & the position of a sub-atomic particle (the basic foundation of nature) at any given point of time. So said the great Alchemist Heisenberg. It is only when I loosen my grip to allow the filaments to flow through what I thought I possessed that i actually deduce the coursing of the river. With humility I join the great lineage. The gold of course is simply the awareness... the ever widening sphere that includes my knowing & your knowing & the deeper knowing. It is not a metal. It is a refraction of the lux-emanant. I am not the alchemist. I am the alchemy itself.