Nothing and everything,; not-thinking at the HK Int. Airport (IATA: HKG, ICAO: VHHH)

Nothing and everything,; not-thinking at the HK Int. Airport (IATA: HKG, ICAO: VHHH)

Once again I sit in the opposite side of my usual side of the world, in what was colloquially known as Chek Lap Kok Airport (赤鱲角機場)... honestly I sometimes ask myself whether I’m being stubborn or if I am looking for something-ness and nothingness all at once…

Tonight, like many silly nights I start by roaming and questioning my episodic desire to walk away, and I have to clarify, its not a lovers runaway, it is no running away in a desperate, violent, passionate or emotional manner but simply to walk away in a patient, present, boring, yet thoroughly enchanting manner. This sometimes reminds me of a dim mood worthy of the Kerouac’s voice that lingers in my head, that boring perfect solitude that is so profound and rewarding in the least “practical” sense. Back to the airport, picture me and a cart, my cart holding my bags perfectly placed so that when I stand on top of its wheels, letting go off the ground and smoothly gliding down Hong Kong International airport’s gentle slopes I do not tip over but simply let go of both marble and thought into a present, enchanting flow. And so like this I shift from north to south, staring at peoples eyes wondering about their stories, their tragedies, just as the universe is infinite are peoples tragedies, it puzzles me how it couldn’t be any other way…

Every once in a while I’ll sit down outside, passively second-hand smoking among Cantonese animated characters, I will pretend I am out, looking blankly at the horizon and listen to their conversation, I’ll then trick myself into the belief that I’m not there but that I am everywhere, my mind then, like a computer, inactive for a little, will turn into a screensaver, shooting random images, memories, hate and love, judgment and love like if there wasn’t nothing in between, no tragedy or story to move from one to the other, a voidness so powerful that presents good and evil as ridiculous possibilities.. –Oh, how powerful this feels-..

I’ll grin, stand, and once again, walk inside, shifting from the warm, violent and emotional air of the harbor to the cold, dry, judgmental and monumental air of the airport. In a shift of perspective I also jump from the humbling, monotonous, “still very unknown” world of my breathing to the arrogant, powerful, disruptive and known world of my thoughts. Still thinking about 3:30PMs IMAX show of cosmic collisions, about how the moon was created in weeks after a mars-sized chunk of rock hit the earth, about Apollo 11 and the 380 kilograms of lunar rock we’ve brought since then, that’s perfect “human” right there…

Tomorrow I have a plane to catch; today I have nothing. I do have a perfect solitude in a very unfamiliar environment. Not in any way I pretend to jump into judgment but maybe this is just the face of the world we’ve created, uncaring, lonely, cold, but then again we also have pink and yellow, 20-20000 hertz, noise cancelling earphones, only 283 Hong Kong dollars (with TAX). Sometimes when you walk around cities like Hong Kong, when you become witness to a poor fellow breaking apart and crying in the 9am line to breakfast you think (or I think) bad,BAD world… but isn’t this exactly what we need to start loving each other? It is my duty to you recognizing that I did feel a lot of compassion at 9am line to breakfast. A compassion definitely beyond good and evil, thank you Nietzsche…

But then again, tomorrow I have a plane to catch, today I have nothing… but if I remember correctly, earlier today, while passively smoking, in my screensaver-turning self, nothing and everything came together all at once, so according to my current lucidty tomorrow I have nothing to catch, today I have everything… =)


it's all love,
Miguel

may your will be still

sometimes it is but a restless Tuesday, a couple of hours before a trip, or a combination of random possibilities that sets our mind ablaze...


tomorrow I leave, today I sit before a blank space with a full mind, chocolate bars turned into trembling hands, ready to move and shift from thoughts to strokes, from letters to concepts, the subjective to the pretended objective, and from this objective to the squared subjective, making it even more interesting... a self thankfully still devoted to questions, not ready for answers, picking up pieces from both memory and imagination and trying to fit them together not into a cohesive but into a dynamic existence, not an existence of goods and evils, no truths nor lies, but simply presence...

there was a story, there is a story, a story about the head that fell of, Akutagawa wrote that the only part of ourselves that can be trusted is the part that ¨knows (I should add ¨feels¨) he/she/it can´t be trusted, hence the origin of my thesis, my proposal, my suggestion... One that circles around what I perceive as a lack of balance, an ün¨blance between the world of the known, and the world of the unknown...

genesis reads about the garden of eden, a place with among others, two special trees, symbolic trees, the tree of good and evil (tree of opposites in some translations), and the tree of life, it was indeed a temptation for man to associate knowledge through good and evil, to deliver himself to temptation while looking for judgment, for truth, for good, and such for the original sin (also translated as original mistake), and so we became aware of our nakedness, so we lost access to the tree of life... in this I find great knowledge, with this I suggest not to make that original mistake, lets not fall in that ün¨balance, in a world of science and truths, in reductionism and perfectionism, progress and capitalism, both through religious dogmas and through scientific explanations we fixate our selves and associate them with the world of the ¨known¨... it leaves no space for growth, knowledge or even god, it leaves us with nothing to surrender.. no-one to surrender...

let us not forget that the mind works with good and evil, through them we experience, we feel the warmth of love and the bitterness of loneliness thanks to good and evil, the yin and yang of perceptions and the rules of creation... yet a very different story if that of the tree of life, of ishvarapranidhana, of surrendering, what is experienced when we sit in silence, when we let our will be still so the will of something bigger can flow through and throughout us... this detachment that grows as we observe our minds, as we tap into a very unfamiliar core of uncertainty, of humbleness and tinniness.... with this as an argument I invite us all to become both familiar and intimate with this uncertainty, to be a little skeptical of our-selves (both good and evil), not because we don´t believe but simply because we don´t know, cherish that very sensation that Morpheus describes to neo when he says have you ever felt that what you believe is real is not real, look not for real but simply balance your self by making him familiar with what tickles reality, what ridicules time and meaning...

with this in mind, hehehe I start my travels this year, with great people we intend to go listen to some surely realty tickling voices...

un dia en el parque

in honor of the greatness seeded within those very tiny pieces of time, extended and dragged into our core by a subtle and sublime significance... something that suddenly shifts, when will is only the beginning of something and willingness is really what lets it happen...

in honor of this I share a little video, filmed in a little piece of time, in a park nested in the chaos of a perhaps too big mexico city... with a coach marked by simplicity and a charm I hope is shown in this little experiment...

cheers, love, dark chocolate and peace flowing to you all

http://www.vimeo.com/11312535

blue day

a blue day


it is funny what we set ourselves to think… "we humans" (quoting prot)…

today i woke up to a blue day, perhaps the lack of sleep, too much or too little sugar, our collective energy, gods will, shiva's tantrum, a fluctuation, virus, flaw, gift, a yin of a day, or a smile looking at it broadly…

however fixated I am to look for the reason that differentiates this moment from perhaps, another less blue moment, is not the reason behind it, but what it creates or evokes in my place within a game of temporality… one could say that blue days are not exactly sad days, but more like stuck days.. not far from the hindu concept of dukha, or a taoist lack of movement… being stuck, or a runaway from duality sounds reasonable, for a moment it even makes sense until it inescapably tumbles back to duality, even lends itself to irony as it becomes restless (as the lambs become lions)…

In my restless state I ponder in meditation, I could feel stuck…it would be easy and perhaps even a great escape through logic (wo/MAN I love logic), go climb and forget all about it, I could also be unwilling or perhaps un-wanting, that would be sweet (tuck under my sheets), getting away from "proving me wrong".. yet, what If I more humbly recognize myself as wanting? what matters now is not my lack of movement but my lack of presence ,the disparity and obliviousness of a self accustomed to get away from itself, or at least from one of the sides to itself… a couple of days ago I wrote about the infinite possibilities of human consciousness, how the presence of a free, unlimited consciousness (not the intellectual approach, but the spiritual approach) could set us free to move… it could interact with the other mental, physical, and constrained part of our nature to flow from one to the other.. that day I wrote about how dreams, imagination, a the subjective "feel" behind concepts like love, compassion, fear, suffering, empathy and so on had a liberating (reality ridiculing) quality behind them… about how the lesson from dreams could be not to hunt us but to teach us (the lesson of art to decode and not to encode (game of words?hopefully =)), not to remind us trauma but to show us the absurdity of fixation upon traumas, how by the multiplication and onirical reproduction of trauma in its most ironic, ridiculous, or "Extra"real form we can remind ourselves not to fixate but to re-create, not to fix to to mess up completely, beautifully (wo/MAN I love words)….

i remember a while back when a great teacher in china told me about the world of the known (human, real, put together, conceptual, left brain, timely, rational, real, physical, mechanistic, concrete, yang, macho, abc, phenomena, master roshi, yoga for dummies kinda thing) and the world of the unknown (ironic to put something in here no?,,, perhaps emotional, onirical, emotional, spiritual, a-temporal, a-logical, infinite, we've spent a lot of time trying to put it together thats for sure heh)… he taught me how we loved to breathe in, but hated to breathe out, we loved to control and were desperate not t to forgive, loved to speak but forgot how to listen…I felt evil, shit I felt bad, he just said it was practice, social, mechanistic practice, extensive and pretty meticulous human practice, conditioning, not evil, no demons, these were just symbols to bad practice…

in the end… today I would love to understand, but I'd hate not to, maybe even attribute it to myself, reproach myself, all in a quest to preserve rutine, why destroy when you can explain, make it stronger, its a great question,, hehe as great as why go skiing? why not sit in a bed eating chocolates all day? maybe thats just half the picture (thankfully?)

perhaps it is also a great day to listen, a day to deliver myself to the world of the unknown, let it be presence that creates movement, let it be presence that lets my heart and imagination roam free, ponder, suffer, and delight itself upon bigger questions….

as it turned out it was also a day to write, to remember those I love and how close they feel sometimes… to be thankful and embrace…. and let go this piece of myself in hopes that its taken somewhere nice, deliver some questions maybe...

and now its time to stop.. smile.. and send the best of you in me to the best of you out there… =) … peace
ohm peace hermanos y hermanas