Postmodern meditation.
Embrace the profane.
Nothing is for certain.
Even the words I'm saying now are ideas,
Hopeful perspectives,
Comforting ideals that help us walk more sure-footed in this great,
Mysterious journey.
These ideas that we put to work for us are what we call truths.
There is no ultimate truth.
There is no value that is inherently good.
We learn what is good.
It depends on who and what we grew up with,
Where we are now.
Nothing is for certain.
We learn what we call ourself.
We learn what we call our feelings.
We learn what we call love.
It depends.
Our experience changes entirely based on that which we zoom into.
Ourselves,
Our truths,
Our values,
Our worlds.
We are in flux,
Trying to find certainty when there is none known.
How can we accept our incessant seeking?
My answer?
Embrace the profane.
If nothing is ever known to me,
If I live and die never to actually hold anything for certain,
I choose to embrace this journey of mine as profane.
To embrace the profane means to hold your life as an exquisite mess.
Each moment overflows what we can take in.
Overload,
Distraction,
Forgetting,
Inattention have been a part of people's lives since the very beginning.
They have the potential to summon potent powers and encourage mighty winds of change.
They can help us move from restriction to contradiction.
You see that we find openings without a thought,
Hold a loving reverence for the hypocrisy that escapes orthodoxy,
For coming and going every day.
Those eyes that see double in order to see depth,
That see difference in order to create space,
Embrace them as profane.
Your body,
It changes from one moment to the next.
You configure your body differently with tools,
With vehicles,
With machines and clothes and others.
Your body is open,
Tentative,
Flexible.
Embrace the profane hybrid that you embody.
Those times when all feels impossible,
Pivot to new bodies,
New worlds,
New ways of becoming that have new possibilities and limits.
Don't be afraid to abandon things,
To loss.
So much of our life is loss.
This allows us to remake ourselves,
Our worlds in the face of constant change.
Embrace the temporary and simultaneously let it go.
Life is a process that slips between our fingers.
Release your weight and your worries,
For they constantly refresh themselves anew.
Embrace the profane,
The ordinary,
The overwhelming and the uncapturable.
Release.
You can't take it with you.
To the love that you are both receiving and not receiving,
To the love you are open to and close to,
Take a moment to see that you are always within contradiction.
Take a moment to see that you both resist and embrace.
Take a moment to forget your desire for wholeness,
To embrace the partiality that comes from being a part of the world.
You are open,
Incomplete.
This is what allows you to feel you as part of the profane.
You do not need to go someplace else to feel the profane.
The profane is whatever is around you.
It is already entered in the flow of your life.
Feeling the aimless,
Desiring of purpose,
Wanting to be of service and conflicted inside as to how or what.
You can both accept and reject these conflicts.
You can both create and tear down the spaces of your desires.
Let them be spoken and question them.
Examine the profanity of your desires.
Cast and recast the circle.
Examine the truths the circles allow,
The limits and possibilities of these beliefs,
These bodies,
These worlds,
And those.
Practice inhabiting them,
Their differences,
Moving between them,
Working within them,
Together and against each other.
Embrace the plurality of the profane.
There is not just one.
The profanes are imminent.
Within a circle,
They appear immediate.
These objects,
These bodies,
These reals,
These profanes are products of circle.
You inhabit manifestations of desires,
Of belief,
Of memory.
There is no need to lift all you experience into a higher place.
You're always already here.
You are always already there.
Embrace this life in the profane,
These lives in the profanes.
Cast and recast the circles.
Journey between and among these profanes.
Your eyes are open.
Your eyes are closed.
You live at multiple scales in multiple worlds.
Take a deep breath.
Your bodies,
Your worlds,
Breathe each other.
Your freedom is in your movement.
Your refusal to be one.
Your manipulation between the circles,
The bodies,
The profanes.
Once you have recognized that freedom,
Say thank you to whatever that is that has given you this tremendous gift of life.
Say thank you for all that lives already within you.
Say thank you for the mystery,
For it is pregnant with endless unlimited wealth and wonder.
Take a moment or two now to choose to see your life as profane.
Cans of profane.
This moment is profane.
You do not need to be lifted above.
You will never escape your restrictive beliefs.
You can only cast more circles and work the difference between them.
Here in this profane,
In that profane,
Nothing is for certain.
And yet I live here daily,
Picking up objects,
Putting them down.
I am molded and molding by these profane hands.
I surrender and yet I cannot.
I believe and yet I cannot.
I cast and do not cast the magic.
I find and do not find the mundane.
And because I know for certain,
My world is constantly anew,
Glazing with wonder.
I am a conduit for unseen forces.
I cast and do not cast the circles always from within with these profane hands.
