Climatization

Steady rain soothes the sweaty city of Porto Alegre, the fresh air is a gift from the clouds. Heading south, Porto Alegre is the last metropolis in the most southern region of Brazil, Rio Grande De Sul.  Further south lies Uruguay, and to the west Argentina. Yesterday I was in a different city, a different state, before that another sub culture, sub-genre of South America’s largest most intensely vibrant country. Tomorrow I will travel again, this time by bus, working north, finishing the last leg of the research, hoping to make it to a Southern Atlantic beach to catch the incoming South-east swell. Warm water, and head high waves is what I expect, something to cool the soul, calm the mind, a possibility of clarity amongst the race of emotions, cars, planes and people. But I have learned to be cautious with expectations. It’s all a part of the process of perception, as I will continue to observe it all as I pass on by.

Sometimes I wonder how long I have been moving. In my last fragment of life, I would tell people about traveling from city to city across California, Oregon, Washington and Canada. They would sometimes tell me they were jealous. Jealousy is an emotion that arises from fear. What were they afraid of? Maybe nothing at all, or possibly they wanted an escape from the daily routine that can take over, leading down a path of monotonous repetition. I don’t think they were afraid or jealous really, they were just wondering, pondering what it would be like to never stop moving, always changing, like riding a wave that never ends. Is it possible to sit and reflect on the wonderful moment if your feet never touch the sand? The memory can lead to nostalgia, which a complete illusion.  Slowly one winds down a path of mental time travel, where the current day version of oneself makes a ripple in the time, and things are not quite ever the same.

Like a spinning top, once movement reaches a certain speed it becomes still. I’ve begun to feel and experience the stillness, letting the energy flow into my consciousness and drift along again. Appearing to be positive energy or negative energy, I am not to judge, it is all atoms moving and one can only learn to transcend. The energy must be released, all the same. It will continue through the eyes, back to the occipital lobe of the brain, processed throughout the mind, touching the heart and releasing out into the world. My movement has reached the speed of buzzing stillness. Looking out on the city from the window of my third world style plush hotel room, I am neither outside nor within.

Maybe our eyes met in an airport or bus station, or we may have sat together on a plane, talked about family members, love, travel or the weather. We may have had dinner together, met in the ocean, even may have had a glimpse of ourselves in Trikonasana across an open room full of mats, pillows and stone depictions of Eastern gods. It is possible we danced until the sun came up over the horizon, talking about the complexities and simplicities of life. If the energy created between us was strong enough, maybe it will pull us back together again; we can even join, expanding the universe together.  Tomorrow, I will continue this journey, hoping to find the destination, whilst possibly reaching another state of consciousness. Absolute awareness and stillness, achieved though rapid, relentless never seizing movement.