A Moon Dancing on the Waves

It was a moon I saw from my young days. It was the moon of dreams … and it had a long arm … about achievements … into the future. What I didn't count on … was in understanding … that the future … may mean something more than one lifetime. A man is capable of being in contact with the nature of creation … but its an experience thats timeless … and is not the basis of expectations … of one lifetime. Not until we … put it in perspective … do we know … what our dreams have been about.

 

However … if a man … thought it well heeled … and sauntered into a life … on boots … he is bound to find a few surprises. For we are at this time … so close to the possibilities of achievement … of the dreams … that we may be mistaken … for thinking … its going to take place … now. In the realization of its mistaken view … our life … and all the events that went before … rise … and like ghosts … dance in front of our eyes … as if we have been living a lie.

 

I recently saw … on Youtube … the beginnings of the Native American … ghost dancing ritual … that I found fascinating as an experience of … acceptance … of their destiny. Its a dance that echoes around the world … in many lives and cultures. Its the initiative today … for man's rediscovery of himself … and the Native Americans … are well positioned to create that lead. No doubt there are elements of … ghost dancing … in the great Siva's dance on the body of man … while the cosmos burns.

 

Our stories of creation … the legends … and the tales … aspire to teach man about the realities of life … but they do so with rose tinted glasses. Eventually … like a Karnan in the Mahabarata … we land in a pot hole … in shock … at the experience of legends … colliding with reality. So we substituted … our academic studies to support the experience … that grew into a strong tradition … and founded the science of life. In relation to the arts of the story … our sciences … have today evolved into quite a … fabric … that brings fortitude … to the cloth of life.

 

The experience taunts us … into the notion … that the knowledge of life … is experienced like a moon dancing on the waves … of the ocean … and yet we are lost in this … fluid consistency of the feel of life … thats constantly moving. When we separated science from the arts … we must have thought … we could see things … in a fixed view. We had perhaps hoped for a stability … in such a view … that would help us to understand better. The notion of stability … has certainly been a feature of the academic tradition … and is the foundation of the laws of society today.

 

Women engage in such a fluidity of view … in their daily lives … and a man must envy them for it. But a fluidity … that cannot bring itself to express its content coherently … quite often leaves the lady in the ditch of distraction … wondering what just happened. Nor is science … and the separated view of life … such a stable guarantee of anything. It heads up to the hill … with our eyes wide open … and yet … when that roadside bomb goes off … it does cause quite a mess.

 

 But then its no longer … simply a matter of one man in relation to nature … is it? It has come to include … other men … other societies … and it takes place in respect … of our individual spontaneous responses to issues. And we are tasked to inquire into ourselves … the nature of our spontaneity. We've certainly stopped farting in front of others … but there's more? Piss in public toilets … unlike some places … that still practice the natural arts … in public.

 

So what is the solution … to finding the perfect spontaneity? A situation of … the moon dancing on the waves … where there are no more rules … or … we are in perfect accord with our needs for them …  is that possible in these times? Obviously we have made a start … but me thinks … we have miles to go. It is however possible … to find such a perfect spontaneity in the individual subtleties … private and personal … but whence do we suppose … we might find the same … in a world experience?

 

I woke up today … in the late morning … and in knocking off the sleep … found myself returning to the sensation of the life that I was born into. Not the perfect world … ahem! … but brought my adult views into moderation of such expectations … and told myself … its there somewhere in the lives of people everywhere … and no doubt they continue to make efforts to find it again. But I am confident that … it is possible for each of us today … to discern that point of perfect spontaneity in our lives … that waits to grow into a world experience … someday.

 

Its strange coming back to a door … I thought I had closed forever … in my youth. There are still remnants of the frivolity … reckless impulses … high excitability … and the belief that I can do anything. But its no longer doing ghost dancing. But I do hope I'm not going to run into her again! At my age … I have to take things at a pace.

 

The lady next door … is tweaking on her piano … and I'm thinking … it feels like Elton John came back to the yellow brick road. Or that … Flip Wilson is saying … ' What you see is what you get.' And here's something … I should have said when I was younger … but never had the courage to. When I'm bothered by the girls about this and that … and the wife says … she told me a hundred times to fix that tap … in the garden … I can now reply with … ' sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.'