Life. Death. Rebirth.

Life. Death. Rebirth. And everything that happens in between. Certainly, it's what we've all experienced, or will experience at one moment or another. So, what makes it that this life we live, this very human existence, is human at all? Is it the emotion we feel? The desires, the consciousness, the biological functions of our physical being? I'm not sure the answer, though I realize I'm on my quest to discover that. 


Moments like these, I sit consumed in my thoughts like a dust particle caught in a wind storm. Who else in the world, in what corner, is someone spiraling around the same storm as I? My best guess is nearly everywhere, where humans are living their lives, usually unknowingly selfish, caught up in their day-to-day routine of monotonous complacency, unable to look beyond the mountain that lay in the distance of their window frame. Raising families, paying bills, putting food on the table, all basic life needs that surrender to a greater desire. Or, at least that's what I sometimes perceive.


Inevitably, the older I get the more I notice people around me getting married and/or having children. I see fellow high school mates entering in matrimony, sometimes with other classmates. When I see such a union, I'm always a little taken aback. My jaw drops like a door with poor hinges. Congratulations to them, but for me, there are too many people, too many cultures in the world I've yet to experience to make such a profound commitment to someone, especially one I graduated high school with. While my dust particle floats around the wind storm, I dream of Islanders and Italians, Indians, Spaniards, Colombians and Indigenous, all of those beautiful men and women from all over the world that walk the plane of this earth, whom I certainly have a thing or two to learn from. How could I ever settle before I've encountered all I'm meant to encounter on this earthy realm? The passion burns inside me, like an undying flame alit somewhere in a Cathedral somewhere in the world, embodying a greater desire to explore beyond than complacent life we humans tend to get caught up in. To experience the Spirit, the essence of our primordial being in a luscious and lucid dream. That my friends, is the journey I'm on. And I invite you, beckoning with open arms and a warm smile, to unite once again with your self. Because really, isn't that what we're all searching for? To unite our self with something greater than ourselves? It seems to be within life, death, rebirth, and everything that happens in between. And my best judgement tells me right now you're living, so when is there a better time than n~o~w? 


Om.
Bow.
Sat nam. I love you.


Tasunke