TWO RAVENS TUMBLING

Intelligence, for me, is not measured in the ability to solve math problems but in the ability to play. Ravens are consummate masters of the art of Joy. They fly like flying is an aerobatic improvisation invented as momentary impulse. Two Ravens riff out a babble of caterwaul  & catcall... stop at the apex of a parabola & then free fall for three seconds in a tandem tumble catching themselves when the wind ruffles their feathers. They remind me to deepen my breath & then to just embrace the possibility of possibility. There are no fixed rules in the unfolding of mirth just the allowing of free form to unfold like a flower in time lapse when time stands still.

NIGHT FALLS

The human brain as filter. At any given moment the exquisite machinery of my central nervous system is sparkling, popping, jiggling… lit up with trillions of electrical potentials triggering on off on off on off. It comes at me through my six senses. Endlessly streaming. How can I possibly approach the infinitesimal avalanche of information & stimuli coming at the clarity I call me? All I see is a thin band of the spectral kaleidoscope. I can make sense of that thin slice. & maybe one or two details in the periphery. Can I expand my perceptions? Open a window… or even a chink in the armour of the filters imposed on my knowing? I commit myself to the quiet while sitting in the dark at the stillness of the source. I suspend myself in the ether. I surrender to the emptiness within…. at the centre. It is almost too much. I cannot stop flying the Starship Enterprise while sitting at the controls on the bridge. Gratitude for the filter mechanism of my central nervous system. This is not all or one. I can modulate… fine tune… expand the band width of the slice of perception I am living in this moment... as my teacher tells me.... back to the breath.... breathe & breathe.... & flow......

SOLAR PLEXUS

I AM LOVE

Tao.... "The Way"

DRAGON

The wings of a raptor. The body of a snake. The claws of a lion. How to embody the shadow in one form. I have a darkness within me. Left unnamed it grows by the minute. In the darkness within I do not know the shape it takes. My ignorance gives it volume & breadth. It coils. It slithers. It pulses. In the garden it took a voice & offered a possibility. Without that knowing I would be an innocent... a creature of the flowers & the fruit. All creation is a mirror of the possible. I hold up the mirror & I see myself in my totality. I crave ferocity. I crave the fire of courage. I crave the fecund & the formless. I am dangerous. I have power. I choose choice where the outcome is uncertain. I slay no serpents. I crave no virgins. I am the dragon. It is the urge from within that makes me become who I am to become.

FIREBALL

I am not planting a garden this year because the Cottonwood blocks the light in my inner city yard & the vegetables do not flourish. Instead I have germinated 144 random sunflower seeds in planters in my kitchen. I know they will take off in my little square of black dirt.… No carrots or zucchinis… but a dozen dozen, sky-rocketing, sun worshippers.. These are the years when the Sun asserts its dominion. I am okay with that. I sit in a room bathed in sunlight… flooded… inundated… permeated… saturated.The little lemon tree I grew from the seed given to me by me teacher is sprouting new leaves in a clay pot on the window sill. Simple… insistent…. The Sun is merely a face of the greater Light. I add light to the Light. I scatter the shadows. My doubt dissipates…. one quick glance out of the corner of my eye over my shoulder…. I know it is alright. It has always been alright.