by: Bell
Eternal presence is an activity of stillness…
A moment of the mind, the body, the soul.
But the soul, my brother, is not so easily known.
A bridge between Nature and God, we are a force that must be grown.
Take a good look at your skin, and the many scars you carry.
Then feel out your every joint — pay attention to the aging.
You’ll find its not the wars we’ve weathered, or the many lives we’ve buried,
But the soul my friend, emerges from the aim that we are bearing.
unfinished…
I’m plugging back in… signing back on… putting down the travel shoes, and picking up the pace. I’m beside myself in how little I’ve reflected in the last 4 months. And well, that’s left me even farther beside myself. So… where am I?
Back in “The States” for starters. More specifically, Florida. Spent the last 4 months touring the world, from Paris,
to Venice, to Rimini, to Barcelona, to London, to Kopenhagen, back to London, then off to Switzerland, and then
back to London where I worked and lived with my best friend from “University” and my girlfriend of over 2 years.
And as suddenly as this international ride began, the trip has come to a stop— and to a “change carriages.” I’ve got 13 days before starting the next tour, and already these 13 days have begun to feel just as thrilling… but less of chillin’.
The body feels good. Strong and lean. From toetips to eyelids, I’m feeling rested and vibrant. My color is more
dark than usual as I’ve allowed myself the patience to feel the good sun on my skin for several days over. Beach life will do that to you. The hair is short, and the beard is trim. My teeth are freshly brushed, and my shoulders and thighs still tingle with a certain soreness after a recent morning’s run and subsequent push-up routine. Feet firmly planted on the floor below, I’m sitting tall in my chair, and lifting at my chest as I breathe. The fingers have more energy to type than I know what to say, and I must admit I’ve just now wet my palate with a cool refreshing Yuengling Lager— apparently the oldest brewery in America… sort of like the Leinenkugels of the east coast. With the very first sip, I could feel the liquid pour over my tongue and rush down the length of my throat, delivering a pleasant quenching feeling right at the center of my being. Every sip to follow hasn’t quenched the fullness of my body quite like the first, but you know me… I keep on sipping :)
Life is good when you make a moment for the body. I can feel the fullness of my presence, from the weight of my rear against the chair, to the angle of my still knees, to the length of my spine. How real everything can be when you notice it. But the body is too rich and too constant a joy to be the reason of my writing today. For me, there is little perplexion in confronting the body. It is a matter of taking the deep moments to breathe and explore the psychosomatic peripheral. The emotive and intellectual forces in me require a consultation, and a wrestling that can’t be ignored…
— unfinished entry…