These are field notes from the edge — a trace of the inner walk, not toward perfection, but toward deeper recognition. What follows isn’t doctrine or dogma, but an honest reflection from the terrain between paradox and purpose, between memory and moment. It’s about contrast. Sacred, maddening, revealing contrast — and the subtle light it casts when we choose to face it rather than flee.
Tag: polarity
Father Sun, Mother Earth, how complete is the nature of life. We cannot have a balance without the polaric dance, we cannot know contrast without the two. So, we suffer by the choice to ignore the obvious and plain, to gather and to extrapolate the grander essence of the vast expressions underneath.
We dive deep into the darkness and the weight of iniquity, so to use the contrast as a springboard, vaulting us upward into the arena where Love-and-above exists. Thus, the artist, the creator, is free — albeit momentarily — to express the passion and the purposeful word, idea, image or turn of phrase.
Our craft, our story — as the expression of our uniqueness and what we inherently strive for as our fully actualized self — can take a lifetime to realize.
In every moment we are given the ability and the responsibility to choose to do the right thing… or not. What is “right” is a divine, unattached, momentary locus of you-plus-universal intelligence — not simply what might be culturally or socially acceptable or expected, not what your family, or elders, or peers would expect, not anything but the pure and blessed essential true-ness of this naked moment.