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