Can you feel the rhythm? Do you hear the noise of the world moving deep in your veins? There is a vibrational heartbeat underneath everything. It moves me, pushes my feet through the dust of this life path. I kick up my heels and bow to the voice of the sky. There is a beat in the wind, a sway in the sunlight, a quiet to the chaos. Meditations on these things can open the mind, allow your lungs to fully breath, feel the grace inherent in your body and drop down into the core of something bigger than you. It is an energy which of BEing present, a focus in spirit which can balance the madness thundering from your soul.
Do you have a daily meditation practice? Are you able to sit for long moments and encounter an authentic piece of yourSELF? Is there a threshold which you conquer in this activity to steady your spirit and move through the day in awe and bliss of the gifts surrounding you? Take this presence and move with it. Allow the ecstatic reverberation to sink into your hips. Take the sounds of the city or the country and get real with a motivation that asks the consciously awakened potential in us to be here, be now.
This is the ecstasy of dancing across the world. When you step out from your common life, and pass into a place far away from familiarity, there is a strength in the loneliness that creates a potential awe to transcend worries and concerns of the day to day life. When a person a travels, unknown horizons open as chasms into the cosmic flow. There is so little control once a person has displaced themselves into the wide world of the unknown. Once, when I booked a oneway ticket to India, I discovered a traveler’s rhythm dormant in my blood.
Boom! The madness of Delhi hit my soul. I was back in an action held hidden in my spine for many years from a previous journey through Latin America. There was doubt all around me. One foot in front of the other, as beggars flashed their eyes, hands, pleas to me. I looked into the eyes of a cripple, crawling upon his belly on a filthy city street, beneath the footsteps of elephants and the rush, honk mess of Indian traffic. In his eyes where compassion reflected for me.
I am of a privileged life. The hardships of my culture are none compared to the brutality of living without sanitation. This revelation moved me. In turn, I kept on moving. I set down my pack and changed my pace to semi circles and ecstatic self embrace, as I smiled at my impoverished surroundings and kicked my heels up into the air. The sweet dissipation of a hot Varanasi sun leveled across the gleaming water of the Ganges and my hands moved above my head in play.
There were prayers upon the ghats of the river that day, as there are every day. The smoke of the dead hazing the city as people fulfilled their personal pilgrimages to their loved one’s who had passed into death. To the Hindi people, this river is the source of all their souls. To have your ashes placed into the Ganges is to return to the eternal origin of Hindu people. In that beggar’s eyes, I was another you. The light in me not so different to the light of you. Dancing on and on and on, my eyes fluttered out of sync with the rhythm permeating through my legs. I was fully present and within myself.
As I chose to travel into Europe, I enjoyed the Tyrrhenian sea and then the Tuscan sun. My feet carried me through the ancient olive orchards of this place and I heard my soul sing to the plants in the woods above the fields when I was hungry for a meal. I crouched on the Earth and recognized the plants which grew up from the soil, so strong. Though I was still many miles and countries, an ocean away, from my home, where my dance had begun, I spied the familiar nettles, watercress and dandelions growing in the wilds of this Italian land. Collecting what I found, I prepared a meal to feed many new friends who joined into my dance which provided me strength to journey on. I carried a bag upon my shoulders, as storms raged on. I was learning about necessity as I traveled. My bag full of dirty clothes, I pondered what do I really need to sustain myself as time wears on?
There is in actuality, so little one really needs when the mind in present. Clean water and air are high on my personal list of priority, yet I’ve witnessed so many peoples throughout the world who make due with less. All we really need is integrity to carry on. If we live by our true morals, then the heart leads us on. There is an inner child within me, who loves me to listen to her. She feels so deeply about the world surrounding me, that sometimes all that can be done is to hold myself, test myself, listen, try to have fun.
There is rhythm flowing from my bones. Its permeates from within me to the outside, everywhere. I feel it flowing from each our souls into the greater unknown. If we focus our minds, take some deep breaths, anything can be overcome. Let go of division, self-preservation, fear. Learn to come together with each element present and happiness will appear. It’s a big, small world and we all live in her womb. There are evidential needs all life depends upon. Earth, water, sunlight and air. Take in these things, groove your body to mix it up. Have patience when you stumble. Never cease to dance on and on and on.
“They say to dance like nobody’s watching. I think that implies that we are afraid or ashamed to dance in front of the people. I say dance like everybody’s watching. Dance like your children are watching, your ancestors, your family. Dance for those who are hurting, those who can’t dance, those who lost loved ones and those who suffer injustices throughout the world. Let every step be a prayer for humanity! Most of all, dance for the Creator, who breathed into your soul so you may celebrate this gift of life!” – Supaman