The following post is a compilation of journal writings from July 14th and 16th which came together to form something worth posting...

It was my intention outright to be an open canvas to the colourful strokes which India would paint on my mind, heart & soul. To listen and watch over speaking and acting. To become a pupil to the 'tissue' which binds the people here together by assuming a spot within the web and allowing the experience to run through me.

The ideas which I take away from this - which now form a powder keg around which we dance with lit matches - must be regarded in a similar fashion. I have poured these ideas out, but they are now children that must be raised by a village, for as they grow, they will assume their own pace and frequency. This is paramount. It will then be our choice to meet, or not to meet this frequency. We must respect that with or without us, this idea will move forward - most likely in light-years, so strap in for the ride.

The Idea will grow as a Tree

(The Mind)

At its inception, the tree sprouts roots and fortifies itself. Its principal action is clear, strong, sturdy. Growing upwards and outwards it draws from these fundamental roots that were formed in conversations with the soil. It is from this base, and this base only, that its ascent to the clouds will begin. For in drawing from such a confident base, the tree may branch outwards, certain of its connection to principal.

As opportunity presents itself, it will be met by branches. During this period, growth of the roots shall continue in response to the action above ground. At the end of each of these branches will emerge leaves. They will stretch to seek sun's benevolence, and the faith which connects these two things will feed the tree in its aspirations upward and outward.

It will be fueled as a Fire

(The Heart)

All parts of the tree are combustible. It would be foolish, however, to allow the flame to dominate the tree. But when a branch is selected, it will give of itself in and extraordinary way. It will burn long and bright so that its heat and its glow draw people in, captivating them and often drawing other wood as kindle.

The fire will both demand and give much.

It will be shaped and cradled by the River

(The Soul)

The universe conspires. For good for for bad? No, it is unwise to assume either. It conspires forward, winding and weaving through a tryst with forever.

Our role in this is equally minute and enormous, as we are connective tissue within this universe. To discard our intricacy or importance denotes foolishness, as does regarding it outside of or above the system in which it exists.

And the truth remains - the universe conspires. To its own amusement? Sometimes maybe, yes. Nevertheless, time forges on, forcing our scope inwards. What are we to make of this? Surely in the midst of a chronology strewn across the depths of space, our existence is but a blink of the eye... But in that moment of darkness, with eyelids shut, what a beautiful moment it surely is. We are here. And though I am humbled by this fact to the point where my knees would buckle, I will remain upright and dynamic. I will conspire as well, and I will ride this river to whatever end, as a train passenger who rides silently to the end of the rail - a spot which will present itself in time, for it has been conspired...