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.
posted by sid @ 11:28 AM
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wow Sid, it's very beautifully written post! the parallelism between a ride on a bike and our life is very comprehended here. 'Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance' also lays out this metaphor. The transision audacity to ego to fear, is exactly the patternt, human mind gets enmeshed into. A smallest mistake can cost one a life. You have to be very conscious of your surroundings. I like to call it alertness, sharpness. But when you are alert, you are not feared, or ecstatic or vanity. This sharpness defines a martial artist as a martial artist and a motorcyclist as a motorcyclist. I would think, an enlightened person would also be this sharp, the surroundings and person herself would become one entity, there is no separation between self and universe. But the only difference would be there won't be originating from any fear or ego or ecstatic.
"knowing fully that you are merely an effect not a cause".
You don't strike me as one who needs accolades for such intuitive writing. Your name speaks volumes. This stood out for me. Arrogance makes me feels as if I control so many things, when this piece set me straight again. For me, it's watching the sun set and swallowed behind the horizon, or standing in tree pose where I get my "rush". The natural highs are always better.
One of the most spiritual pieces I've read on a blog.
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Thank You both.. When ego tries to get a grip on me..i usually look up..then down..and side to side..sets me straight!
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