Sometimes, actually quite often, I think there are just too many things. Too much stuff to deal with. Stuff. All stuff. In another lifetime I was, no doubt, a Sadhu. I feel this Sadhu wants to live again once more, within me, as me.

Even great thoughts are too many. Well, maybe there aren't that many really great thoughts. But there are certainly lots of books, and theories, and lectures and workshops and seminars and courses and more books and magazines and journals and newspapers and...blogs! Let's not forget these blogs! So many, many thoughts and ideas spinning around the earth. Spinning the earth. Spinning.



Photo Credit: John H. Farr 2005

Sometimes the centrifugal force of this massive spinning is so strong, I just want to let go and fly out into the stratosphere. Into space. Into zero gravity. Silence. Complete and utter silence. Except for the music of the spheres.

Ah-h-h, Heaven!

I think sometimes that's exactly the thing to do. Let go. Completely. Stop the striving. Stop the spinning. Just STOP! and breathe and relax and be....Nothing. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Die 100% into the moment, after moment, after moment.

When was the last time you were able to do THAT!?

I dare you.

...Hah! I dare myself!