DAY FIFTY-NINE (2015-6-6)
The space of time between a heartbeat, the shift of lungs
In movies, we call this the ticking clock trope: the external pressure to act
when presented with adversity, when presented with red wires and blue wires.
You must trust that the bomb brings life, that life brings the bomb.
The difficult part of a sword is that the only language it speaks is death
and the only tongue it has is cutting. The sword is sharp but not always wise.
The life of the sword is solitary, and in the end, it has only itself.
The sea is tumultuous and sends spray into the face of the observer.
The two disparate concepts are tied together and perhaps not so dissimilar after all.
The fool, however, keeps both of them going at once.
A young journeyman knight moves out into the world, seeking truth, seeing trust.
The road is broad and full of opportunity, but also full of rocks to catch the unwary foot,
and the fields are filled with the sound of clanging metal before the armor is outgrown.
The soft and travel worn envelope is delivered by a bright and ready hand.
The necessary word comes from an unexpected place of origin,
but once heard, dissolves into tears, sweat, hope, and the stank of optimism.
You are draped in the bright banners of exploration and adventure, a tibetan prayer of flags
and in it you tread the globe as if it were an egg, ready to spill bright gold against the skin of feet.
You are aware of the length of the road and the richness of possibility, if you are willing to crack the egg.
Drive is not just the verb of movement, it is the noun that demands your attention.
As the verb you must identify your coasting speeds and the sharpness with which you take curves.
As the noun, know the abilities of your vehicle and be firm to them in the suddenness of roads.
In the review, you look back and take stock of all that you have prepared.
In the review, you look ahead, and take stock of all that you need.
There is respite, but also challenge; there is satisfaction but also frustration. You are in transition.
Vines and flowers spill across the dining room chairs, abundant and verdant and lush and throttling.
You may lift your hands with power to create your own space. The ground here is fertile and joyous.
You may harvest the medicine of these rampant gardens if you know how to identify the benevolent leaves.
The lessons of the crowd teach us that one cannot change a system by being outside of it,
and yet one cannot grow a system with the same thinking that created it. You must have two studies:
one that honors what is, and one that seeks the fullest manifestation of what could be.
To reset, to reshuffle, to reconfirm