Ride between the lines..

Gliding through the black top switchbacks that meander through the luscious green Santa Monica mountains, the truth is unfolded in the cadence of the hills and the cold whiff of the pacific ocean breeze.. Motorcycles are the reasons god made canyons.

My heart resonates as the revs echo through the mountains… the one mindedness in the pursuit of taking that perfect line through that corner with just the right speed is simply unexplainable. The bike metamorphoses into an extension of my body… shifting my weight to change directions...eyes looking where I want to go… not where I am… my knees dancing on the pegs for that perfect balance… truly, four wheels move the body… two wheels move the soul.

The shackles of everyday life are sheared… when the balmy summer breeze whizzes through my helmet. The magic begins in the heart… an irrational desire to test the very edges to find the inner depths. From this abyss rises the feeling of oneness… the vision of the divine manifestations… the truth about life, that we all are just pieces of a cosmic jigsaw puzzle, seeming randomly lost yet fitting our slots just right. Freedom redefines itself.

What emerges from this new found identity is simple unbound love. Love for everything and everyone around, knowing fully that you are merely an effect not a cause. Lasso in that ahamkara, for when it runs free the truth often hides, the love wanes and beauty shies.

In the zigzag roads of life, it takes just three strategically placed gravel to make you slide. A moments distraction leads to disaster, the rider plummets down the knobby crest, pride and ego vanishes and fear surmounts. Dying is as imminent as living, but let it not frame the spirit. The freedom of life is more vivid than a life of freedom. When this awareness grows, you live to ride.

The confluence of the sky to the earth… which flirts with the ocean is merely a reflection of his mysterious ways. So be swift as the wind , that gently carves the clouds… strong as the mountains, yet rooted to the ground… ever changing as the waves, yet calm as the ocean.

Titles Limit

The beauty of divinity lies in its simplicity not intricacies. The wisdom of life lies in living not thinking. The breath of realization lies in one self not others. The way of life lies in loving not wanting. The travesty of destiny lies in change not stillness. The gravitas of teaching lies in learning not dictating. The essence of friendship lies in integrity not alacrity. The spirit of a warrior lies in his heart not mind...