Offended..

U can tell underlying currents. You can tell a spy. You can tell a vigilence. It is in the slices. Hate them nevertheless. They do not really know nevertheless.

Drops of wisdom..

The river is formed from brooks, rivulets, and stream from far and near. Now having become the river, does it matter which drop came from which rivulet? Having now formed the river, does the drop not now have the essense of the rivulet and hence does the drop be any less than another or more?

On authenticity..

It is always a pleasure to watch someone genuinely inquiring/exploring a line of thought or whatever. Authenticity has its own innocent beguiling simplicity - easy to connect with, be one with more than just empathize. Perhaps those are moments when the brain forgets to judge and evaluate, and find it easy to just experience. Is authenticity a quality more centered in the right brain, i wonder.

Feldenkrais

FeldonKrais - one another vein of thought that proceeds from getting in touch with the baby-ness in each that learned ways to move with available/realized resources in the new space it found itself that people call Earth. Again, along with it, comes the hint of something that is not apparent but everpresent that holds it all in place. Got just a sense of it while the session lasted - just a tantalizing sense of liberty, of self-sufficiency yet with connectedness and of unlimited everexpandable space - just a hint, and then the instruction/suggestion that that is to be explored, 'be in the inquiry.' While one part of me seeks answers (ready made answers, maybe, the lazy bum that i am) and the other that acts up with 'you dont tell me what to do' in defiance of being treated like an idiot!

Inquiry is a nice space to be in...it kinda strikes the balance between the two frictionables with creating just enough charge to keep me inquisitive. Velocity would be nice! (God give me patience..and I WANT IT NOW!)

Out of it!

On off. Is there, is not there. Available, not available. Clear, unclear. Blaah. Im just gonna do my own thing. Let the world sort itself!

Renaissance..?

Wonder if there is a small trickle of life moving from small crevices - life shaking free from its artificial habitats, moving unnoticed but every so often at unexpected moments in little spurts making revealing its presence, in a little defiance? in playful glee? in spunk of its own nature? Wonder if this trickle is also forming a brook somewhere just as unnoticed...if maybe a renaissance is in the coming...a renaissance of life reasserting itself.

Response..

I have been cooled by the sun. Air-conditioned skin shriveling in artificial lighting and venting, kept moist and elastic with creams and lotions, strangely felt cool, wet almost when touched by sunlight. While we go about working to keep our livelihood and chase dreams, natural somehow manage to become artificial and artificial, natural and then it is a marvel in itself to be able to distinguish which is which! Life, in the sense of that curious, exploring thing impacted by the panchabhootas, nevertheless knows when it finds its own space. Maybe thats why people still call it 'nature.'