Observe the Unobserved

Buenos Dias on this fine and dandy post Saint Paddy's Day.  

Would you believe that I started this seventy-two hours ago?  That sums up my hectic daily operations and navigations.  Although I did post Jack Kornfield's video on Saturday (my first post in probably two or three months)...Which I am saddened that I have done.  Jack is a Buddhist teacher.

Anyhow!

Yeah, I am Very guilty for going off the grid...which I often like to do...but, at least I still write when I do...which I haven't been doing for a variety of reasons...and it has created some negative internal animosity.  Plain and simple, I feel my best when I roam the grounds of my existential mind...and I share that world  with whomever is willing to roam that land with me.

Writing is my soulful elixir.  You call them rambles, I call it cerebral ecstasy.  An imaginary paradise of sorts, with a meaning more relevant than any promise of any heaven.

It's always been such a funny little truth how we exist on a wandering path of parallel lives...how we inadvertently mirror one another...without effort, mind you.  But with much recourse. As Life simply stated...twin souls....yet trapped in conflicted worlds.

If I could change my road, I would without thought or hesitance...as if I am picking up a pair of dice.  With a light flick of my wrist, all would change.

Too busy should never be an excuse, since we all live in the same dimension with the same sense of chance and consequence...but, it is what it's been...and that's a place that barely allows me to breathe, smile or sweat. There might be an award for me at the end of this rainbow, but I won't place any bets or make any promises.

The only promise I need to make is that I will persist and I will ascend to the pinnacle I hold myself accountable too.  This round planet has too many sharp curves, but it's how we react to them that defines us.  Merciless and void of compassion.

I dreamt last night that I was standing on a street corner of a somewhat familiar, yet still fantastical street corner when this collisions of cars just erupted in front of me.  Frozen in time, I had no chance to react to this seemingly instantaneous occurrence.  Not able to react or respond.  Almost as if I was invisible to all.  Yet, I was completely spared of any repercussions.

That's my life, I am in my peaceful bubble in the midsts of complete chaos.

Spared by its expense, yet kept as it's hostage.

Crammed on my corner.

Mute to the world.

In many ways I feel the comfort of it, in other ways I feel my voice may eventually get heard.  Maybe that's my optimism, maybe it might be a yearning for brighter hope.  I suppose it's better to be positive than to be negative.  It sets up for a happier expectation.

Which is a good thing.

In my opinion.

Which is like every other.

A commonality in humanity.

But, at least I know it.

And some people feel that it's better not too.

Again, in my opinion...ignorance is one of the sins of humanity.

With it comes a lack of awareness, an absence of mindfulness.  Which creates an attitude of selfishness and an empire of self absorbed ideals.

Which only fuel a detachment from the greater scheme.

A dissociation amongst our molecular connection.

That's me, thinking out loud in my bubble.

Thanks for joining me

Feel free to stay a while, it's quiet and peaceful here...and it should take you out of your chaos.  I've tried existing in that inner turmoil.
And quite frankly, it's not how I like to exist.

Namaste