Heat is rising. Air is heavy. Lingering memories of winter have burnt away. Space is opening as our horizons widen. In anticipation and relaxation, I hear more the space around me each day. The dense heat pulls me in and drops me down into the infinite. I listen farther through water in the air, to laughter and cries from alien shores.
Birds are brought by unseen forces, surfing air pressure and navigating magnetic fields. As my mind roosts in the space surround, my body comes to ground. The lightness of being is born by air, the invisible made physical. I smell something brought in from the south, or is it that I feel it on my skin? Am I heavy or light? Or is it just the air, and its pressure brought to bear.
The heat waves the air into mirages – wiggling forms organized and interpreted by our norms. Temperature has twisted the tempo of my song. My internal tune, stuck at high noon, standing still on a single beat, a single note. I float here on a signal from long ago, recollecting a sound I used to know.
I breath in, moving my clock once more, and time takes me back. Minutes, hours, and days are their own haze. In this fusion of illusion, what cadence strikes true? What do we sing to ourselves, inviting the emergence of something new?
From Our Oracles
Dissolution creates space. Space creates insight. Stoically reject rigidity and in your silence and stillness usher in changes. Trust the onrush, embrace where it goes, like water that knows its ocean. Externally imposed rules inevitably become internalized as the mistaken ideas of good and evil. The enemy of harmony is imbalance. Attend to arising inner commitment, and recognize that like a seed, you become from the inside out. Holding to your inner truth empowers you to into service, your rising tide lifts all boats.
Some Links
🦋 Hermeto Pascoal - Música da Lagoa An old gem of the internet: watch the Brazilian musician playing flute and bottles in a lake, with… butterflies.
🎹 Ryuichi Sakamoto: Coda Documentary for reflection on art, nature and creation.
🎞 Disciples and Digressions Journalist Erik Davis writes about Indian movie The Disciple. (It’s on Netflix if you are in the mood for a meditation on devotion and craft)
We’ve been listening to:
Be Svendsen live on Mount Nemrut
Dhafer Youssef: Sounds of Mirrors by Dhafer Youssef
Nihiloxica by Nihiloxica
the hum of your veiled voice by Jake Muir
Some Words
Nothing is something
We forgot
Air thought just to be not
Displacing space between
For pillar and beam
What stitching have we done
Simply to make a seam?
It seems we’re not separate
Let’s be together in
Nothing