November 5, 2020
Coming across the Queensboro Bridge from a glorious, summer weekend in the ‘getaway’ Hamptons at the other end of Long Island, the sight of Manhattan is breathtaking, and reminds one of the marvel of architects and the labor to build this amazing city with hundreds of skyscrapers. ‘I Love New York’ represents a lot of the loving that goes on in this great city. The 1970’s was the decade when unabashed ‘loving’ exploded open for the first time in history everywhere freedoms were the norm. The ‘Big Apple’ was no less than at the forefront.
Heaven is a place on Earth, but sometimes next door to Hell. Life must have the positive and negative for the mindful and consciousness to grow, otherwise people will become useless and lazy as well as unprepared for even natures calamities. Life is one of the bridges or transitions from one experience to another, many very fair and some unfair that frequently come from not paying attention and making best of available choices preferably with a balance of the heart and mind in a space of common sense.
A bridge is sometimes the passage from one experience to the next as in leaving the sands and peacefulness of the Hamptons of the past and crossing that bridge into the unknown future. The mind needs the future for seeking. The mind is a restless avoider of the moment where truth awaits the perceiver. The mind needs the future in order to move. It can move either in the past or in the future. It cannot move in the present; there is no space. The truth is in the present, and mind is always in the future or in the past, so there is no meeting between mind and truth.
Seek not; otherwise you will miss. Seek not and find. Don’t seek and find. The past and the future are rascals cluttering the mind ’til you let go of both and ‘STOP’, into ‘moment’. There is an ancient art of love making which is called, ‘tantra’. To be in the state of tantra, there is no past, no future, no you, no them, no body, just oneness and the moment of stillness where everything is no more. In the beginning, and in the end there is only the sound of silence. To be or not to be is not the question, for there is no question hence no answer.