Barefoot and Bold, day 16, 7/28/10
This morning, as i awoke and even before I started to work on my book, this paragraph was writing itself in my head::
“The first and only thing to note is that the ultimate reality is that you are the dreamer of your own dream. With practice, you can even guiding your dream to be dream the dream of your dreams, so to speak.
When you believe that your dream is reality, then that is the dream you’re dreaming. That I am now speaking to you about this is part of your dreaming. That is reality. Ask yourself, why does the concept of reality exist? Have we We’ve created it because we sense the dream quality of our world and our lives and seek to establish that there is something that is real? And there is; that you are dreaming is real. And it’s beautiful And, even more delightful, it is magical! If you were not dreaming, magic would be impossible. Nothing would be mutable because beyond the dream there is only the immutable and immesurablybeautiful luminous darkness, the non-space of love.”
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, the theme of the month is being BOLD. As I’ve also mentioned elsewhere, the boldness began with the barefoot-ness. In oder words, I’m bold and barefoot now. That’s different from bald and barefoot. Just as an FYI. The above paragraph was inspired by having danced and sung with a lovely group last evening. I joined them on the Good Shepard Center grounds. When we sang a sweet song about the Great Wave touching us, asking it to taking the dark away, awakening us and becoming again “I am that I am.” I could only sing the parts about the great wave touching us and that I’ve become I am that I am.
And on the stroll home, I wondered for the hundredth or thousandth time why people feel it necessary to take something away and to add something else instead. I’ve no desire to take anything away; to me, the darkness, the shadow, is the source of my vitality, my balance and my capacity to know the light (metaphorically speaking). I realized that everyone sings the song that’s in their heart and so I began to sing the song in my heart: Oh Great Wave, touch me, touch we. Once again, I am that I am.