We live in a busy world, with busy people using busy things. Sometimes in all of this “business of busyness” we forget to stop and remember where our feet are even planted, and where life has taken our feet.
Some find life to be a chore; a mundane routine of waking, eating, working and sleeping. From this perspective many can understand the toil that many people endure. Within this repetitive cycle we find vices and distractions, those things which keep the sanity in an otherwise fruitless endeavor of life. We make weekend plans, take vacations, start relationships, form addictions and take yoga classes. We distract from the life we live, then we die having never truly embraced its essence.
The sphere of spheres is everything, containing not just the parts we like, but the parts we dislike, the parts that scare us, and the parts that we love as well. It is whole, but has no wholeness to it. It is above comprehension, not visible but blurred, yet within it is vision; within it are forms within forms. Some call it God, some call it divine consciousness, some call it Nature.. Some call it Tao.
I recall a time in life when nothing made any sense, when my greatest concerns were who I was going to see at the weekend party or how I would pay for the gas to get there. My days were blurred together with work, school, empty beer bottles and a broken wallet. It seemed as though that life would never change, nor did I concern myself with a desire to make it change. But, as all things do, change did happen. I woke up from my dream, and looked at life through no filter. I was mad at what I saw and saddened for the time wasted.
During this time, the lure of the open road called me as it often does still, and I set out on a journey. Along this journey I found that as the landscape changed around me as I traveled, I began to change as well. I recognized that the change was constant, yet not visible. Perhaps “changing” is the wrong word. Flowing instead.. Life was flowing all around me and I was in the middle of it, riding its wave, letting its energy push me forward. This is where my path began, and my direction then became clear.
All paths are different. No other can walk a path for us. Just as the days are unique to us all, so to is the path. This being said, the days ahead are filled with lessons to learn, mistakes to make and promises to keep. They are full of life, just as in this moment you are indeed alive. The past is gone, but its lessons are kept alive on the board. Just ask the sage…
The sage will smile at his life at every moment, for he knows that he needs not to affirm that he is alive; he needs not regret of the past nor worry for the future. He sees this moment as all that exists within all of existence. He is bonded to the sphere of spheres in a continuous evolution of one perfect singularity; one perfect moment that continues to flow. This moment is the only place he’s ever been, and he feels this with his mind, body and soul.
When the grind of life, the ratrace, the vicious cycle of daily monotony begins to take its toll, simply remember that we are not here for punishment, this is not a prison sentence, and we certainly are not meant to toil in the mud. We are spiritual beings simply traveling home, and making sense of it all is not what’s important, but living life is truly what matters.
Life moves and we must move with it, but never distract yourself from one part or another. Embrace this completely and love it now, in this perfect moment.