Yoga this morning.  I’m exhausted. Yet, I feel goo0d. I always tell people I take yoga not for now but for ten years from now.  Well, I have now been practicing for roughly 18 years. Ten years has come and long gone.  Look in the mirror.  Stretch and turn.  Touch my toes. Walk up the four flights to the apartment.  Still works.  Ten years from now?

#6

The human I exists as an experiential synapse between inside and outside. I am in here…  not-I is out there.  We usually refer to not-I as you… or it.  Whatever word we use, really isn’t important.  What is important is… that’s not me.  The boundary defines who I am.

Another important question is… where do I put the boundary between I and not-I?

Where do wind and silk meet?

peace……..ag

#5

Silken banner,

matter hanging motionless,

It does not move. Can you feel it?

I think I can. Are you sure?

There is nothing to feel with…

… … …

Invisible wind…

energy through emptiness,

It does not rest. Can you feel it?

I think I can. Are you sure?

There is nothing to be felt.

Yet let moving wind meet silk and play across its surface and there is life… made live by the interaction of wind and silk together.

Without the power of wind silk does not move… without the resistance of silk wind knows not its power.

They need each other…

just to be.

……………………………………..

 peace..ag

For some reason, I have a strong relation with the three numbers of today’s day.   1 … 4 … 7

When I awaken in the night by my bladder’s call and look at the clock.  It is 1:47… or 4:17… or 7:14… or sometimes 1:17 or 11:44.  All three are not there all of the time.  But the preponderance over the other numbers is beyond chance.  So this is a specially auspicious day.  I had been planning to post a poem of mine today.  And then I saw the alignment.  Awesome.  So here it is…

#4

NEW AGE – UNDEFINED

Not crystals, not mystics,

Not channels calling forth

         an unseen self;

Not witches, not warlocks,

Not cosmic fields of

         psychic occult force;

The mind of Man grows restless

At thoughts of the unknown

And balks at that which

         logic cannot grasp;

And thus are formed

New tethers to the soul,

Externalities that bind

         no less than sin;

To know “I Am”

Is to be born again,

The rest is better left

Within the womb.

         * * *

peace…………ag

#3…

When you say “I AM”… you are speaking fact.

Anything you say after that to describe yourself… male… female… black… white… yellow… red… rich… poor… Hindu… Christian… Muslim… Jew… Atheist… whatever… are just adjectives.  They are filters through which you view and experience the world.

Up till now humans have related to these differences… the separate bodies, ideas, experiences, emotions, everything that makes us look and feel different from each other… separate… me from you… you from me.

Yet deep inside us… deep inside those different adjectives that separate us is something we all have in common…

…the feeling of “I AM”.

…………………………………

peace………….ag

#2…

“I” is what “I” is…

…a singular reality…

…pervading the universe…

…source of human consciousness…

…and therefore…

…foundation of both science and religion

……………………………….

peace………..ag

Okay.  Here’s what I’ve decided on… at least for now.  I will do the New Tao project… a series of short and pithy commentaries on New Consciousness.  And I’ll use these blog posts as a way and a place to write them.  We both benefit.  I am forced to have some discipline.  You don’t have to keep reading my frustration about trying to figure what to do next and how to do it.  Let’s see how long this lasts. Can  I make it to 81?

#1…

What name do you use?

God… Universal Consciousness…The One… The Self… The Void… All That Is… The Tao… Satchitananda… Allah… Jahweh… The Big Kahuna… The Cosmic Muffin… The Jewel of Truth… or Grand Unification Theory.

Whatever name you use is not the right name. It simply tends to separate you from people who call it something else.

……………………………………..

peace…………ag

It’s Sunday. Screw it.  No need to solve all the problems of the universe today.  Just brunch, read the paper, catch a ballgame on  tv, then go to a show we’ve been given tickets to, grab some dinner, and come home and catch up on the Scrabble.  I’ll worry about doing something of value tomorrow.

peace…..ag

Yes.  That seemed to work.  Yesterday I put down three pages of a book.  Let’s try it again.

Nope.  Didn’t happen.

peace…ag

It’s absolutely amazing that here I am at 75 years old still thinking that my most important contribution still lies ahead of me.  Is it chutzpah or ego or narcissism, or is it a rational analysis of the skills I have been endowed with combined with the insights I have been allowed to experience and the recognition that if the rest of humanity knew this stuff it wouldn’t still be going around killing itself.  We’ll just have to wait and see.  As long as I’m happy doing what I’m doing, I can’t be on the wrong path.

peace…….ag

No.  That’s not going to work.  Amazing how one day something feels so right and the next day it’s not.  Back to the drawing board.

peace………ag