Be Here Now

Time is a silent enemy. The hands of time are not pointing fingers, but clenching fists that swing out when your guard is down. The long term effects of time have no relevance to the youth, especially those that get to share space with friends that make it their business on living in the now. In the short term however, my shiners are displayed for the world to see. Minutes are pulled out from under me like an everlasting shag rug (it's fun to tumble on, but does it ever stop?).

Each week, I challenge time. My hunger for activity and lesson drives my need to stretch out the elastic walls of time in order to fill up the space. Often, I poke through the plastic, ecstatic to have won the battle through the barrier, only to then be blindsided by time's ultimate weapon, it's ability to trap us in cyclic events & routine which we as human beings have tamed in order to promote productivity. Do you dig that, Einstein? We go through cycles of rest and awakening each day, responsibility thus ensues. That's a fact jack. Not always the case, but that's often my Achille's heel. Foggy fatigue is then the outcome of time's right jab. As I try to bend the rules, a remorseful upper cut usually puts me back in my place. Are you ready for my remedy? Planning for the future and riding the waves of the past are all exciting wonderful things but what it comes down to is everyone's favorite mantra: Be Here Now. It's fun to learn that, especially while living with Baba. A personal journey for a particular person, every one is different but we are all in the same ring against time. So, I need to take off my gloves, unclench my own fists, sit down, and well... take my time. hmmmm.... Good.
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