Full Circle--silent witness to my being

I sit here, and all comes together. All the experiences are stories waiting to be told. How would it be to reach into it all and bring it all forward? So many moments, so much time. Yet at the same time it is all so finite. I look into the sun at the St. John's farmers market and am reminded of the depth of life. You can always be reminded of what it means to be human. In this space it is easy to be reminded of what it means to be a human being. In this space the stories and the mixing of life is clear. It is fresh and eager where all the people are simply engaging with life in this moment. What is special in all this? We go about our days, engaging with the world in our own many ways. We find ways to fill it up with meaning. We find things that inspire us, and we hope that it is enough. Yet this is the deep and key lesson, for certain individuals are satisfied working at their crafts, yet there are also secret inspirational artists who give form to inanimate essence. I see it all over the market. There is the waffle lady with her waffles and her fresh homemade toppings. Pure maple syrup, homemade whipped cream and a bounty of plenty. There are so many artists of many varieties. Yet it is all temporal, crumbling. What is illusion? What do we each mean? The stars are like songs. They are like the burning candle. Yet the stars are in their own way candles. They light up the universe. Learning is kind of a weird concept. All of this is a part of the bigger picture. How can we fulfill our deepest potentials? I mean really truly fulfill our deepest potentials? Or are there really no deepest potentials to fulfill? What is the sequence of life, what is the sequence of existence? Looking through the experiences of a life perhaps we can see ourselves and express our experiences. I am grateful for my experiences. I reflect on the web of life, the interconnected intersections of life. I reflect on the many who perhaps only briefly I have shared the journey with. Sometimes it is a shared journey where I have not met the person, yet the echo of the meaningfulness of the presence is there. Sometimes a gap of a century or two or three separates us, yet there is still a connection. There are some people who we meet in life who are clearly set apart. They are clearly mystics who challenge us to see and feel the deepest parts of ourselves. They can seem to evoke and perhaps notice our deepest essence. Even if they will never meet us, the connection is still the same. It is an ongoing meaning of potential. The presence of these individuals allow us to see who we are, and also who we could be, or could have been. We then can recognise the other within us. We might react with fear, or aggression and all that, but such meetings are still a part of the web of magic. We must really engage with all parts of life to understand it. Even those who appear to be the archetype of the margin. We may have dreams and the abject will undress itself in front of us, "there is more to me than what you see..." We may pass countless individuals on the street who may appear totally incoherent to us, yet in looking into those eyes, we may see something akin to a deep mystical clarity. We may see a wisdom and a presence that is not of this reality.

The Walk

If we really step back from our lives and appreciate the interactions and experiences from an expanded perspective, we can see a rhythm in the road we take. It is almost like

What I believe

i am spiritual because I believe in the universe that I am a part of, one that stretches way out beyond any conceptualization or understanding, and any efforts to really adequately get to it is impossible. I believe in the vastness of distance, the rarity of life and the inherent magic in these two things. I believe in myself, my place and my dreams and purpose and my own being here.I believe in the universe, a gigantic song. It is conceptualized as a perfect harmony. I believe in myself as a part of that harmony. I am a resonance within space