A timeless click of the clock

journal entry written nov 21st on second plane ride from Vancouver to Germany- en route to Bangalore, India. 

A blimp on the the skyline, we move beyond the timeline-

falling far into the rise and fall of the sun time.

looking out of the oval eyehol - night reveals a depth unfathomable to the eye- yet limitless to the mind.   

The stars aid to remove any and all of what was in the way of creation.  

The perspective expands- uplifting dreams, aspirations~ conjuring an upwelling of unwavering courage.  

Hope. 

all with a single gaze, an alternate univers  manifests. Over and over again. Again and again. 

There he sat in wonder, awe, undeniable curiosity.  

The blimp remains. The earth turns. Time clicked, clocked. The man left his earthly home. 

Spirit revealed.

in the end?  

He was told we already have everything we have been looking for-  

YOU 

ARE

DIVINE .

we can't obtain something we already have.  

Divinity is within us.  

Post practice - prayer to patanjali idol  

Absorption - samadhi

All sound falls into the earth.

he lays heavy, allowing each limb to relax into its release. 

let. it. in.

the eyeballs settle.

a humming begins to reveal itself, a cosmic vibration drumming through his field.

the residue of a visceral Th-Thump is left to his awareness. 

the cadence of the breath is unseen and unchanged.  

Th-Thump.

this is the guide. 

Th-Thump pulses into his skull, coming from the soul, angjulating the inner vision that shares a tale which yearns to hold. 

YOU.

ME. 

a rush of blood flows to the tips of each finger & toe, vibrating each cell of the body with a steady rhythm.

a silk veil falls over the body, encasing him in a pranic layer of healing. 

his third eye becomes bloodshot with fire.

earthwalker-skywalker.

great listener-greater talker. 

great silence of breath collaborating with air.

a symphony of celestial music climaxing to a great swelling of joy, escasty, and peace.  

a manifestation of sound and silence. 

child of heaven and earth, time in eternity - 

the man had made his stardust appearance of nothing and everything amongst the divine stage of creation.  

The density becomes subtle. 

the totality of stillness. 

there is a deep ~ vast universe within you. YOU. 

go there and explore. 

what the fuck are you waiting for?  

My teacher-  

45 minutes in space

"you stop moving. Stop doing. Relax deeply. Go in. Stay awake. " our friendship is made up of being awake - Rumi 

The art of vinyasa

There is an art in everything.

There is an art to walking.

There is art in watching clouds go by.

there is an art in traveling. From A to B, inbetween each point... There is so much to feel. Can we?  

There is an art in breathing. (I think this will always be a lifetime favorite) (this is the greatest vinyasa there is!) 

There is this one art that has pulled my attention recently.  It is the art of connecting with eyeballs. The art of truly being here. Now. Right now! Not then. Not when. Now. 

A life lesson for Alec Vishal Rouben: patience. Presence. Time. Silence.  

Big teachers of subtly....  

Eye balls are so interesting.

A window into total emotion. Sometimes it is opaque... Yet at other times, it is blatantly obvious the depth of clarity that pierces through.

These are people that shift the energy and the winds in a room.

I notice in myself when I loose presence when connecting to other eyeballs. 

what is it to be present? The body is here... The mind trails on past experiences at times....  

However...  

There are certain people in the world who stir up inspiration and proper presence within us. 

I search for Teacher. The individuals who I strive to emulate. Teachers on this path who are further along in their journey as Human Being.

People who are better than I am. More present. They are more humble. They live in humility. They live in total love for the moment of being alive, despite any plight that may arise.

oh, I could write forever, but rarely seem to do. Maybe I should start writing more.

I'll try do that.

In the meantime...

Bless the weird folks!

Keep searching... For the revealing nature of art in everything you do. There is an art to be humble. There is an art invited into our lives- when it comes to finding our teacher. Someone to aid us on the path. Whatever that path may be...

Pranams my beloved friends