April 25th, Ano dos
Sunday Morning Meditation;
Hitting the Pause Button
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten, and no longer remember?
To rest, to just sit, to focus on the nothing else,
To look away- to look up and out, not down and in?
When was the last time your mind, your soul, and your body occupied the same point in time?
When was the last time you HAD time?
When was the last time you MADE time?
Can you even remember, or have you too FORGOTTEN?
To hit the Pause Button is a luxury neither the rich nor the poor seem to afford.
The poor sling fries, then a mop, then laundry, then check homework, then silently gaze on a child curled into a fetal position, then fall asleep in the easy chair, a bag of ice melting on the shoulder.
Rinse and repeat seven days a week.
The Rich have it, don’t want to lose it, want more of it – yes, Freedom is very addictive.
You are the navigator who chooses, You are the tiller-man of the ship upon which you sail.
But the Pause Button is an illusion, for there’s so many more choices yet to make!
Do we bike Arizona or work on a Fiji tan? Long the Baht, short the Euro? Or just dump it all into Real Estate? Time is money no doubt about, and money is freedom, but freedom too has its chains.
And to be in between is no better off.
Memories of what you crawled up from and the pull of the rose colored horizon.
There's projects and deadlines, meetings, and performance reviews, these extra curricular activities and admission tests, ever focused on keeping the green line above the red line.
To Pause, to truly Pause, is a hard won Discipline.
It requires awareness.
It requires understanding the very nature of Distraction.
The seductive powers of Distraction.
The deeply logical arguments of Distraction.
To pull off the highway,
To turn off the key,
To lean against the fender, clunker or Ferrari,
The only sounds you first hear are sounds engines make as they cool down.
That can be the start.
For one and all, with no exceptions, Life is short at best.
Whether your family’s name graces skyscrapers and oil tankers
or just the stones in a potter field,
It is all, every bit of it – just a vapor.
So meditate on that,
Let that really sink in,
Then Hit the Pause Button and be what happens.
bobb
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