Tag Archive: Continuous Movement

imageAs I think about it, trial and error is vastly overrated. I keep hoping the next town, the next person met will open some unknown mantra and shed light unto Shangri-La. Yet addicts repeat steps others accomplished. Or mostly, what others haven’t accomplished. We continually yearn for the ‘something for nothing.’ Our often depressing day-in-day-out life relishes an idyllic world, where hope cures ills, where the guy gets the girl, bravery trounces cowardice and justice wins.

Addicts and common folk alike, simply cannot accept that we must do something for ourselves. You got here, wherever that ‘here’ is by yourself – and accordingly, we’ll have to find a way out of it – by ourselves.

New York City reminds me of all this and more.

My first impression of New York is vastly different from television. For the true witnesser, one quickly understands that dirt covers everything. Architecturally speaking, in the midst of all the grime, nothing seems eloquent. People become after thoughts. Streets are witnesses to personal unseen demons. Street grates and vents are clogged by strewn trash. The discard of humanity is archeologically petrified by wind, rain, snow and salt. Why toss stuff into a trash can when the street’s receptacle is logical, quick and readily available?

Whether we care to admit it or not, all us are like New York streets. Like personal shame, hidden fear and restlessness, crushed styrofoam, discarded remnants from Wendy’s, McDonald’s, and Burger King line New York roadways. Discarded gum liners, cigarette boxes, severed construction cones, old mattresses, foam, fragmented shipping boxes dot become pseudo roadway markers.

Every six blocks Apple iPhone 6 picture is silhouetted on some large building. One in particular caught my eye. It was a picture of a lone Saguaro cactus against the backdrop of a sun burnt Tucson, Arizona sky. It’s caption read, ‘Taken by an iPhone 6.

Saguaros only grow near Tucson, Arizona. I’ve been there. Most New Yorkers haven’t. They’ll buy into Apple’s dream, that the iPhone 6 will produce some semblance of freedom and openness. It won’t. Probably never will. Few will ever embrace the open skies of New Mexico, Colorado or see the sun flowers of North Dakota.

Statistically speaking, New Yorkers live, breathe and die in New York. Few venture beyond the stagnant miles of steel and glass. Dressed in business attire and white sun dresses, the hordes simply bustle past their surroundings, willingly accept their surroundings and their fate.

The chronically drunk and addicted are pasted against shop walls. It’s not unusual to stroll past high priced outlet stores without seeing a forgotten soul splattered against the window pane. In their eye, there is no other life, there’s no hope. They’re soulless. Days filled by walking endless concrete carpets and alleyways, sleeping here, resting there, hoping for tossed parcels of used burgers and reclaimed sub sandwiches.

It’s difficult to sort fact from fiction. These are the same folks whom conservative pendents extoll as lazy, dirty and dangerous. Yeah, they are dirty. Sure, they can be dangerous. But society’s disdain and hatred put them there. With iPhone earbud drilled embedded into ear-canals, New Yorkers, walk past these wanderers with extraordinary contempt, nary a footnote in the biography of life. We’ve consumed ourselves in ignorance.

I hate my cowardice in dealing with people.


imageSitting in the hotel lounge, I sip ice tea and marvel at basketball legends and gladiators throwing themselves unto battle – game 7 between the Pacers and Heat, a perfect example of interconnectedness.

Interconnectedness, a term meaning “continuous movement” and here in this room, on this night, we all connected in basketball’s cyclic existence, a paramour, of life and death, birth and rebirth.

Like life itself, we are interconnected and live in the present moment. Here in this darkened lounge, in radios, chat rooms, and home television millions of people are connected at this very moment to ten great warriors racing from one end of the court to another. We live and breath with each play; we live and die with every shot, we pray, salud, cry, hope and inspire.

This is an amazing event, Buddhists, Christians, Muslims, Jewish, Taoists and Atheists alike, large or small, rich or poor, strong or weak are this very moment, interconnected. Regardless of faith, regardless of life’s circumstances, all join our universal brethren, being in the moment and share ourselves, if for only a moment with the surrounding world.

Regardless of belief, interconnect with others daily. Employers connect to employees. Consumers trek to our favorite stores, stadiums, theaters, restaurants, interstates. Many gather at our employer and connect with cowrokers. We pray over rosary, meditate, gather for births, honor our fallen and celebrate anniversaries. Like those before us, stand together to defend our country, provide relief to the homeless, honor our soldiers, volunteer in disasters.

The One unifying body of the living Christ and the interconnectedness of the living Buddha are among us all. Regardless of our race or creed, interconnection is everywhere. It is our life.

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