A recent interview/conversation with musician Ben Leopard, also known as “Startle the Heavens” has been posted to Stone Path Review.
Standing at the shoreline
I awake when the sun peaks
over the horizon and the waves
crawl across frozen rock and cover my feet.
I do not know how long I have been here
at this border between the land and the sea.
I have vague recollections of why I am here.
You see, years have passed and the person I am
today does not really resemble the man troubled
and lost, weak and scared.
Holding and embracing the experiences I peer
at each fragment, taste the memory and vow
to move on, to be better than I was, beyond myself
into the space and fields and sky that I exist within
and part of.
So I stand at this border dividing the land and sea.
Who will I become next?
By what standard do I hold my being to and if
I falter will I still cross the border?
I sit on the golden tinged earth
as questions I thought become
answers that I see when in the
distance a figure follows the only
path, the exact border between
the land and the sea and when
he is close his hand
placed upon my head and when
I look up, grandfather.
For my next trip to Alaska I will be going through Arctic Wild which is based out of Fairbanks. They recently revamped their website with more information and photos. Please visit and take a look – http://arcticwild.com
I see you in fragmented dreams
images from a life I have not lived
unfocused faces and voices
mouthing words I cannot hear.
I see images on billboards
and movie vignettes where
touching moments break through
the wall 20-years old.
I see you in rare dreams
sourced from beyond this life,
beyond the choice I made
and the weight I have carried.
If you are out there behind
the trees the shadow
following me through the
forest as the sun sets
please let me know,
please let me know.
It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, the desire to fight, the need for hope – prolongs the true being which walks the ridge-line, getting closer to the shift.
The evening sky reflects the fields of glass, the desert sands, the tropical rain forest, the calving glaciers – a mirror of processes beyond our control digging deep, removing us from the present day, existing beyond time and distance when the connections and energy between everything was more clear and made sense.
The evening sky is an eye turned inward, focusing light on our true being and the threads we all share, the bonds we must strengthen and the call we must listen to as the sun sets and the darkness descends across the fields.
In the sea my reflection is
carried away by smoke and mist.
I stood there with what was left.
stripped of my armor,
I pleaded to whatever gods
lived here in the golden
light and calm sea –
What more must I give?
I have given blood.
I have given sanity.
My mind now wanders across
scattered horizons before sunrise
and follows dry riverbeds
until they disappear.
I wait here for your answer
as I have nowhere to go.
The following is an excerpt from the upcoming book “Beyond the Border Kingdom”.
I look over the empty sea
void of waves and ships
and imagine you walking from the horizon
toward me, gaining shape
and definition, yet still
a shadow, a faceless being
that I have attached the label of “you” to
but my reality is I do not know who you are
and I have no fear or reason to flee.
Closer the shadow comes as
the sun emerges across the boundary
and the shadow is swallowed in light
and I slip from here before knowing.
Another wonderful practice, being abused. Like anything, work on ourselves and everything, takes time, practice, dedication, and patience. There is no easy fix. Mindfulness is one part of this equation as it needs to include practice and study to push away the mind dust and come into the space with understanding of our place in the world.
Originally posted on Tales from the Conspiratum:
Copyright, Truthout.org. Reprinted with permission
By Jeffrey B. Rubin,
04 January 2015
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The border defining a boundary
the line between worlds, realms,
exists only in our minds
a projection of the hardship
we impose, we feel, further
defined and limited
by action or inaction.
An article that examines and discusses the historical origination of Quantum Mechanics from ancient Hinduism philosophy and texts – the Vedic texts.
Reading “Inside the Grass Hut” by Ben Connelly, an analysis of Shitou’s “Song of the Grass-Roof Hermitage”. When we look out a window or sit in a small space, it includes you and the entire world, the entire universe. What you do in that moment impacts you, the space, and the world, and you yourself are the culmination of all previous choices.
Quotes from the book:
We need to realize that we’re both interdependent ant autonomous, both together and apart. Each moment we have a choice, an opportunity. We can do something helpful, we can do something harmful, we can be completely unaware and operate out of habit. We have this chance to use each moment of choice that we are given to take care of our lives and the world around us. Let’s take this chance together. It is a beautiful way to live.
These simple moments of nature’s gentle cycle
coupled with the raw energy exhibited here and beyond
humble this man juggling chaos
looking for simplicity
looking for answers to
questions I have not asked.
Sometimes when I see the midnight moon
over the superior waters I imagine,
if I reach for enough from the shoreline
I can catch the beams in my palm.
The iced shoreline captures and holds
the moon just long enough for me
to taste the ancient light and remember
my roots far beyond any physical planting here.
We hike for hours, having left
the flat fields, the trail
twists and turns toward a
peak overlooking a wide valley
filled with trees past their peak.
The valley empties into a lake
filling horizon with what
is discarded, what is no longer
useful here, to be dispersed
out to sea into the cosmos.
Darkness descends quickly and
the horizon merges with the sea
pushing yellow lights
attached to incoming ships.
stars push aside the last sun light
and join the moon.