Big Medicine Day for feeble ilg..i re-visited after a couple of decades my old ‘office’ of Eldorado Canyon where during a decade i was engulfed in a tidal wave of sacred creation; where once i put up dozens of First Ascents which to this day, legions of rock climbers still monument my original ascents…oh, baby, have things changed since my near daily pilgrimages to this unspeakably precious crayola-colored canyon hallmarked by a clear, wild creek rushing over still tumbling (though be it in slow-motion) boulders.
I am now 52 years-old – or so my 7 year-old daughter re-Minds me – and even at my young age i have – through this particular body/mind/spirit vehicle – seen so many, many things during this unique, short lifetime.
So many of my friends have died, passing into the Bardo without so much a thought as to what they were going to do when they could not inhale again.
So many people of my own age have died or lay now at home or in hospitals plugged up to tubes and the coming-and-going of unknown nurses and doctors who glance more up at the clock to see when they can go home to their addictions of comfort rather than looking deeply into those whose lives are unraveling beneath their watch.
So many Elders, including my own father, have died.
C(om)mitment to an effort is a hard thing for many to accept. It is easier to just go skiing or snowshoeing than it is to train for skiing and snowshoeing. Then again, it’s easier to just eat a Snickers bar than to will oneself not to. Easier to just get drunk and forget problems than to stand sober to their challenge. For those who have touched bliss through the discipline of training there is no longer a question of “easier” or “harder.” There is only the Path Higher. For those who battle against mainstream mediocrity born from an addiction to comfort and duality a sagacious fulfillment of a much Higher sort is realized. It is..
that my Noble Friends?
is called, Listening,Trusting, and DOING what the Deities prescribe for you…
It has often intrigued me how some Buddhist masters I know ask one simple question of people who approach them for teaching: “Do you believe in a life after this one?”
last night; 3:14am Brother Bear dances into my chicken coop, rips off the roost door and consumes our precious “Hanu” (as in Hanuman) before i run naked into the cold night, wielding a flashlight and barking like a mad dog possessed to drive the bruin back into the night…
All beings have lived and died and been reborn countless times. Over and over again they have…
My delight in death is far, far greater than
The delight of traders at making vast fortunes at sea,
Or the lords of the gods who vaunt their victory in battle;
Or of those sages who have entered the rapture of perfect absorption…