Monday, August 10, 2009
Dear M...Strange recollections...The way we were...Was it just last night or was it the night before that we were the way we were...!?
Its four minutes to midnight here...the dual-clock on my cell face displays two timezones: Local 23:56, London 19:26. Was I asleep last night? Did I even sleep at all? The Monsoons are really coming back to life...downpours, torrentials, light showers, drizzles and now...listen...the sound of rain-droplets hitting the corrugated-tin-sheets...like some tabla maestro unifying everyone in a room to one strain, one tone, one pulse, one vibe, one aura, one note, one tune. The droplets are now spaced out a bit..its every second now...these are the same droplets that were floating high above the valley today, like mercury coming together to form a silver ball...merging, shaping, fitting, maneuvering the surface with the least amount of resistance and finding its own niche, its own little corner, its own little nest of rest.
This morning the droplets that now drum the tin-roofs were clouds. Before that it was some kind of vapour, that naturally rose and gradually became the rain-clouds. Its now raining the chains and links of inter-connectedness...!
The way we were...there is not a gap, nor a hole...everything that was is still in motion. We call it 'infinite' and leave it to the realms of mathematics and physics...its nothing but the beautiful flow of life. Its the brilliance of that chain of a trillion moments, gestures, occasions, circumstances, events, accidents, coincidences that have been in play and keeps playing still.
We give it names and catalogue them according to our whims but what's there to catalog or to organogram? The glow of life and its many hues and colors just keep rain bowing and flowing...occasionally with a hurricane here and a tsunami there but everything is still perfect...
"Not a Note out of Tune and Not a Single Tone-Deaf Cell."
The way we are is still the way we were and will always be the way we were...When each wrinkle and a line; each teardrop down our cheeks reaffirms over and over again the same message with absolute clarity: Here we are and this is the way we were.
That story is telling us this very story in a billion different signs, symbols, gestures, amulets, talismans; over and over again...The city tells you that through its streets and shops and malls and movie halls. Nature tells you that by making the seasons go round and round yet without the slightest hint of repetition...The forests tells us that; the mountains stand testimony to that, the wind howls that very message and the rivers and the oceans tide over, wave, gush and splash that note...
Listen...the rain droplets are picking up pace, there's a sustained-yet-slowly-arising-tempo now drumming the tin-sheets. They too tell us the same thing...To love and to give; To give and to love unconditionally...Wholeheartedly...The rains are right now falling...And they are falling down holding nothing back.
How they refresh the earth and find themselves permeated with enough warmth to vapor and rise up again back in the skies becoming cauliflower-clouds that will bring about the same nurturing waters yet again...Without holding back...Without attachment...
The way we were is the way everything is in this life and that life; In that life and in this life. The story is still being storied and we are in the midst of it...If we understood the way we were then we'd know that even life and death are just a natural continuum; Raw Reality's Beauty is Overwhelming!
Just as the rains form on the earth and come back to refresh that very earth; So does everything else in this existence we call life...The oceans do not refuse anything...The mountains do not reject you; The forest do not harm you and the deserts do not bury you.
The way we were is the way we should be...Loving somebody, anybody, is precious...But to let that person 'Go'... 'Whole-Heartedly...' is true authentication. That is love and to remember to have had that opportunity to love and be loved in such a way; Now that is a 'perk!
Like when I get up tomorrow morning...And there's no guarantee I will...But if I did rise and saw another sun-drenched day with rain-clouded skies...Then I'm being given another extra 'day of bonus!'
Therein lies the truth without a lie; Giving us the inner-conviction that only a sense of appreciation and gratitude can give...Of confidence in the art and display of compassionate detachment.
This was not a piece I wrote...It was always there...The time is right and now see how it arises...! This was spun in motion relatives ago...You came and sparked it...Lit the flame and now the candles burn...And our collective and individual stories will story on...That is why we are the way we were and the way we always will be...
I've been away for a while. I think we all need to move; get away from the Fish-Market, the Bazaar, the local Pub or Cafe, Restaurant and the lot and be somewhere...anywhere...go completely mobile and stay out of reach- Like the messages you get when you call a mate whose brains are so pharmaceutical-ed that when you do call them its with a lot of trepidation!
Because the mates you have are eccentrics- they'll remind you of Hunter S Thompson, of Dr Gonzo, of Trainspotting, the Basketball Diaries...you never know what you gonna get: Like Gump's mama telling Gump "Life's Like a Box of Choclates; You Never Know What You Gonna Get."
Anyhow you dial his number and ready yourself for a conversation bordering on incoherent-lunacy at worst and plain-dumb-chatter at best. Either way it don't make no difference...its mumbles...its murmurs...its gibberish.
You hear the ring tone (and how they do express themselves! I've heard the Guru's Mantra, Bhutanese Pop-Tunes, Gabbar's Dialog, Wailing Kids and the Terrorist on-board Air Egypt 119). The ring tone dies after a dozen repetitions and boy do you get the proper responder!
"The Person You Are Trying To Call Is Switched-Off!" Beautiful...This really nails it for me! I'm all oxymoron after these episodes.
Then there are other gems buried beneath trash- I wanna reach out to my fellow-mates with twisted fates and the automated-female-vocal chords these stake-outs. There's that responder stating dryly, "The Person You Are Trying To Call Is Unreachable!"
My personal-dig is the "Switched-Off" bit, though I get a kicker when my "J.O.B-Less" (Just-On-Board) buddies have the heavy-burdening responder that informs you with- "The Person You Are Trying To Call Is Busy."
It may as well have been "The Person You Are Trying To Call Is a Schmuck! F**k Him And Get On With Your Own F*****g Life!"
Now wouldn't it'd be cool- just chilled to actually have smart-cells tracing a person's life-print and giving them the compassionate-ax, like "Go Get a F*****G Life!"
Which I'm positive is the "F*****g Future." Now I'm getting sidetracked...what was it? okay...here goes...I wanted to write something on the importance of being anywhere somewhere rather than being wherever you are and more urgently the need to do that incognito...just going mobile and getting the heck out of your palace, the shack, the house, the apartment, the duplex, the mansion, the bungalow, the office, the shop and the hell out of the city, the town and the bloody village too.
And pack a bag with the minimums: the mantra is "Less Is More"...just naked necessities and impromptu take-offs...whether it be on a plane, the train, the bus, the cab or your own two or four-wheeler...get out of the stuck-gravy-train and leave...bugger off...take a hike...be gone...fly-away...drive away...hell, walk away...anything to beat just hanging about trying to spot grasses grow!
Next make sure nobody knows...give them the ("I'm gonna be gone for awhile so...") general indicator without divulging the details...Now leave the hubby behind; leave the spouse behind...well, the kids too...along with the parents, uncles, aunts, relatives, neighbors, friends and girlfriends or boyfriends and people you like and dislike and give people that like and dislike you some space in-between.
The old note that proclaims "Familiarity Breeds Contempt" runs rather deep than we'd like to admit. Still waters man...either they must have an entry and exit point or the Wells's a breeding ground for disease...both physical and otherwise...like the Dylan line.."Everyone's sufferin'....from the disease of conceit.."
I get out whenever i get that "Hmm...'Ti's time to make a move itch." Destinations don't really matter that much though one can have or make multiple choices and make or take alternatives that also come in varying multitudes dictated and dependent upon your greenery, of course!
Its surprising how rejuvenating your body can feel; together with your mind and the whole existential-package. Everything old is new again and you are able to focus and get things done far more efficiently, creatively and joyfully.
Basically staying stuck in any one situation or circumstance or environment or the surrounding can mess you up...dehydrating your "Inner-Mojo"...leaving you stagnant in time... pregnant with delusions...
Being on the move and going mobile re-hydrates your "Inner-Mojo!" The 'Well' refreshes...the water's CCR...like how the best view is always from without...seldom from within...front-row-seats...prime-time tickets...its all outdoors...
Now see how naturally water finds its level...see how naturally you 'find' yourself; whether you are "Switched Off," "Unreachable" or "Busy"...you are aware of the view...the cells in your brains also must go mobile now and then...Be Unreachable, Switched-Off and Busy. Keeping in touch with yourself has never been so much fun.