Rounding

Rounding 

Hachiko Square. Senses swarming with the immensity of bodies. Not knowing where to focus. Well-dressed energy warps around, and for all its pressing density it has a calmness. A purposefulness. Knows where its headed, wants to get there quickly. Floods the basin of Hachiko Square from its multitude of alley-streams all foaming in reflected neon.

 

But I’m this odd rock, all jagged at the edges, so the energy of the flow catches me and I tumble, tumble.

 

A Zen pebble I wish to be. Rounded so the stream whispers softly around. It‘s why I came here: to lose myself. To lose my boundaries, my ego -- here in this densest spot in the densest city in the world, with its atoms so compacted as to be a single thought-form. Where better could there be? But rounding takes centuries, millennia and meanwhile I tumble, tumble.   

 

“Been at this awhile,” my esoteric healer had spoken softly, as she smoothed my jagged energetic form. “A while.” And this of all times my last to enter the stream, yet still so jagged, jagged.

 

“Your rounding began a thousand years ago in Nikko, as a Samurai with a fiercely intelligent and devoted Japanese wife,” she mused. “You first courted when the now giant Shimotsuke roadside pines were little more than arrogantly wavering saplings.”

 

This tumbling Dharmic jigsaw-piece whispered gently into my ear. This compulsion, ten centuries later to stop my car by the roadside and pick blooming spring flowers for my wife from among the pines. The compulsion to then push deeper into the forest and walk a narrow trail: at first for no reason.

But as the reek of boar stench hit my nostrils, I knew exactly why as I had known many centuries before, and I was tracking, tracking as I had once tracked, and backing, backing as I had once backed. For I instinctively knew, that I had crossed upwind of an ancient porcine adversary.

 

Exhilarated: my senses now sharp as the spear, which I had once hefted. The gulf of one thousand years snapping shut upon the moment. Upstream downstream one as it always is, but for the discrimination of the conscious mind. And this of all times my first to enter the stream. And this of all times my last to enter the stream. But still so jagged. Jagged and scanning with boar stench cloying in my sinuses.

 

Backing across a river to deprive the boar of my scent, upon the water-rounded stones I slip, falling into the flow again, again. 

 

With soaking clothes, still scanning, scanning. Backing towards my car. A radiant mess of bouquet in hand. Deadly challenge snuffling timelessly at the forest-edge of my senses. Tumbling upon my jagged, jagged Dharmic form.

 

Recollection backs into Hachiko, with its atoms so compacted. But now I realize, Zen stone smooth or not, so long as I enter the stream, in it I will always tumble, tumble.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A great piece of spirituality and our shared destiny of humanity . The eternal conscience or spirit of God is flowing through each and every one of us. It is up to each to dam it or let it flow freely or us flowing freely in it to join the union of The One Great Spirit. Thank you for sharing your great pieces with us...:)

[L.Edward]

As always a complete pleasure. Thanx for the mojo bro.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. You are welcome...Any time...:)

[Emily B]

oh, thank you, i was so doubtful when i came that these were words i needed to see today, you amaze me :)

[L.Edward]

Thank you for saying so. That's wonderful to know. Thank you for your time.

[Pryde Foltz]

From the past, we bring forth our bouquets. It seems for most we smell and do not see. What an enchanting write. Caused me to slow down a little and enjoy.

[L.Edward]

Thanx. Nailing a piece can be a little like pulling teeth for me sometimes. But this was a summers breeze.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Such a comprehensive write I felt, so beautifully crafted, simply wonderful how you have taken such a simple observation and expanded on the destiny of a tumbling rock, projecting your own thoughts and feelings rather masterfully. I felt that this was a real pleasure to read your revelations, of course there are words-references which I did not know the meaning of (e.g.; Shimotsuke and Hachiko), nonetheless, I think that you have a magical way with your pen, I enjoyed, thanks for sharing!

[L.Edward]

Thanx for the keen observation. The kindness of people like yourself are a a real blessing for my creativity.

[Mother Maggie]

This is an amazing piece, my favorite part is where the soul reaches a point of spiritual singularity where two of its lives meet. I perceive the soul/spirit in its true form as neither male nor female and yet both and believe that I have lived through many lifetimes living and experiencing both genders...

[L.Edward]

Yes I agree. And Karma seems to equip us with bodies according to our respective karmic issues with each rebirth. Thanx for the read. Much appreaciated.