Coming Back to Center

Every bone in my body is aching but I keep on smiling. Finally returning to the languid abyss of real slumber after a long lesson in restoring faith through music. There will be a solid round (the third, actually) of protein shakes, essential vitamins and amino acids. I will be reaching for painless foods like chicken noodle soup and will probably be limping like a recovering invalid for the next few days but it will have been well worth it.

I transformed a difficult reckoning by witnessing and contributing to a sacred moment. There are times, however fleeting, that we move in harmony with each other, effortlessly. Ego and baggage fade away when the music overtakes you. There is no way to argue against it, music that resonates through a crowd can feel like a concentrated paradigm shift. If you are genuinely present the mirrored feedback of body and sound will forcefully empty you of yourself. You become a conduit to the primal energies that gave us that spark of life. And when you embody this underlying essence of the universe you do truly tap into The Way, as the Daoists have always been drawn to. You realize yourself beyond the flesh, not simply as one island entity but as an integral part of the fractal that transcends from the microcosm to the macrocosm.

When we lose faith in day to day humanity between beings, the soul slowly rots despite our best intentions to stay positive. One might stay sane and relatively balanced against the raving masses, but the price is steep. We must all find ways to keep the faith at regular intervals. The older we get the harder the return process becomes when we completely let go to a welcomed but detrimentally rare rerooting into our interconnected reality. Just as we pay a penalty for surviving only by cerebral efforts, we must battle the urge to be as a moth to the flame of unconscious ecstasy. It feels only natural to completely dissolve into the fire, the source, but we became aware for good reason. There is a fine art to letting go, it’s knowing when to come back. As the first sentient collective of our ancestors were illuminated by the catalyst of elemental knowledge, our struggle was sealed between the divine and mundane, oblivion and infinity. We must ride this fine line to have any hope of evolving beyond mortal chains — to rise up as a universe that can know itself beyond the chain reaction of matter colliding with matter.