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Decided to take a LIGHTHEARTED approach with this exercise… TIME, a variation on how we move from point to point, or moment to moment. It was suggested in class that we look for ‘transitions‘ between moments, because this kind of inquiry, “may just open up experience in new and interesting ways”.
Essential for this description was my use of Les McCann’s, musical piece entitled ‘North Carolina‘. Here’s a FREE link to You Tube so you can LISTEN TO IT AS YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION BELOW… Is it for everyone? Ha Ha! Is anything for everyone? Think of it as a ‘metaphor’ for we heart-thumping, ever-measuring creatures of Time.
“An ‘I-awareness’ or ‘I-ness’ accompanies and supports each occupied moment, linking sense fields, thoughts, interpretations, and emotions in a way that is central to the spirit of human being.” LOK p.179
While I sit calmly there’s a heart-beat, a foundational drum rhythm keeping time; then weird organ counterpoint, gourd-rattling, wire-brushes, base-thumping, tin-tapping, eerie sonar sound belching, echoes homing in, referring here and there. I’m hooked… Becoming the rhythm – toe tapping, head-bobbing, body-twitching, finger-snapping, embodiment – a put-together construction of bits of this and that, piston-pumping, motor-running vehicle moving through a deep medium. Surrounded by vastness, somewhere near or under the bridge, a shift happens – a transition – and I am no longer a singularity, but a multiplicity of perspectives with unique beats observing my crazy movements, watching my medium gulp-gasping, bubble-burping, tin-tapping rust-bucket-passing through.
This multiplicity, like schools of heart-thumping fish communities running in the currents, arrayed in myriad variations and bright colors, oranges, reds, and yellows, curiously eye my rhythmic-tapping sonar-bouncing progressions, against a shifting background world of aqua-greens and deep blues.
Then, an oceanic awareness dawns… I am currents shifting, the multiplicity of sensing eyes, and the base-thumping old rust-bucket, and the viscous medium, but carrying through, underlying it all, is Time, the vitality of the rhythm, transitioning from perspective to perspective, the fluidity of occupation, the embodiment in and of space, the moving indeterminate points adopted and released. I am a funky-mess of impressions, feelings, ideas, emotions, images… put-put-put-putting on…bubble-pop, fizzing away…
-David
David, you use language to open the gates for all those entities in me that don’t have a speaking part and which never can because they are not a subject knowing an object. Pure verbs need to get out too. I noticed my “toe tapping, head-bobbing, body-twitching, finger-snapping” only when you gave thema voice. As for the “bubble-burping”, I may wait for late in the SuperBowl fourth quarter for that . . .
David, this is so much fun — such a fantastic, playful evocation of the untameable multiplicity of your going-on-being: heart, breath, body, senses, mind laying down some funky grooves in the big (rockin’) stadium of What Is. Play it, brother! Kya baat hai!
Your description of time as that slippery (can’t-pin-it-down, but can’t-miss-it-neither!) vital element in the rhythmic play of being feels so apt for me. Here, Time is Soul, sweet and deep.