Dance til ya can't no more

My kids at work are getting used to me dancing around the room all day. The kindergarteners used to ask me, "Why do you always dance? Don't you think people will laugh at you?" I remember how that felt. I was brought up in an environment where most laughter was at someone else's expense. The message sent seemed to be, "I'm sure glad I'm not you." But I want the kids to know that when I dance, I mean, "I'm glad I'm me, and I'm glad you're you too." I think they're starting to get the idea. Now they dance with me instead of asking why.

An Apology

Sorry if my posts have started sounding like Trimet bus poetry. I've been feeling like a mosaic of messy clichés these days. I'm trying to figure out what my life is about, and that can be boring and tedious to others.

Vida Boa

I meditate in motion. "The floor is your first partner." My prayer is to the gods of shake and shout in me! I don't need an instrument. The music is built into my body. Sweat is sacrament. Baptize your heartbeat with your breath. Sometimes you forget to look at things when they are living. Growing and glowing and crying out "I am!" with everything we've got. We've all got it. Get it? Got it! Good. Good. Good . . .

That's it!

My eyes are still stinging. I went to the community pool today to remember where my body is in space. Being immersed in a bath of wet chemicals dries you out. There were rowdy kids in the cool part of the pool and tired old people in the bubbly hot tub. I swam the in-betweens. I was both the only one my age and by myself. Floating and flying are for all you dreampuffs. In my imagination there are islands where even the little bitty babies can already dance. Walking and talking come later, if at all.

陰陽

Murphy was only half right. Or half wrong. "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong," but anything that can go right, will go right because of infinity. And anything and everything is possible for this same reason. Think of limits and then eliminate them from existence and you get the truth. The reason why chess and go and othello pieces are black and white is because it's all a game and the rules are arbitrary. The void versus pure light. Light and the infinite void in love, one and the same. Consciousness chose selective awareness of its whole self just for fun. "God the Lonely One." The code of the virtual world is based in ones and zeros. Binary is the basis of thought. But this illusion cannot be sustained. Curiosity will always drop another apple. But we keep up the physics game like good Newtonians. Eve knew better. The Large Hadron Collider is splitting matter smaller and smaller in vain. We will never see the smallest particle of matter, no matter how big of a ring shaped accelerator machine we create. It is simpler than we think.

All matter is no matter at all, and matter is only energy. The physical and the metaphysical are the exact same. What we think of as physical is what we can directly perceive. Other things on a much larger or much smaller scale, so as to be incomprehensible to us as human beings, are considered metaphysical. Those cosmic effects we can't understand are produced by the very tiny and the infinitely large aspects of the universe. And when the infinite is concerned, infinitely large and infinitely small are indistinguishable to the degree that everything and nothing hold the same meaning. That being said, I love you.

Views

Just testing out the bloggeroo's capacity for handling pretty pictures.

This was the view from my window at the Hott Boxxx:



Here's my new view at the MetaHows:



Junglicious!!

侘寂

Last night was a lesson in the art of imperfection. The boys and I found it in a strawberry milkshake. We discovered the little wabi-sabi that helps us perceive the relative world. The Universe is perfect, but individual perception distorts and limits that experience of completeness. I think there is something to be said for this. Without this flawed symmetry, the duality of you and me dissolves. And then who would be left to play with?