Living in the Flow

We have been conditioned by the world to live and die with barely a whimper. I visit the graves of our fathers and their fathers and all that remains is a few stories tucked away in a memory that soon, itself, will be gone. In the end all that remains, mostly, is the wind that blows our ashes from one place to another. We live in a world whose coded behaviors soften us, making us forget our initial impulse, until we look into the mirror and hardly recognize our spirit looking back.

We come into this world in a struggle. By denying our essential tendencies, society robs us of our warring heritage that was gifted to us to transform us into magical beings. I chose to live my life in motion, provoking tensions, then discharging them into explosive bursts of celebration. I am ever mindful that I cannot be at my very best under any condition other than maximum tension. I shout my intent to the world, or I remain silent, forever reflecting the ebb and flow of the universe.

To be a warrior one must ever be harmonious with the flow, never to pause in mid-stream to make a futile attempt at creating an impossible peace. From the moment I exploded into being until I pass beyond, I live in the flow. Only my commitment to the incessant struggle aligns me with the flow, leaving me the gift of a profound sense of harmony with all things.