Let’s pretend, just for a moment, it was a hot and balmy summer day. Right in the middle of one of those weeks when you’ve tried everything to break the hold of the persistently brutal heat. We had been swimming, seen a movie (air-conditioned), sat in the shade with the ice in front of the fan, everything… and still the clamp the heat had on us. Stifling, weighing on our porcelain shoulders like another layer of skin, thick as steel and matted down like sticky fur. We took off all of our clothes, no escape. We sat naked, wet and slimy like large newborns wallowing in their afterbirth. I got up, opened the refrigerator and stood at the foot of the door. Pathetic; barely cold enough to keep the milk from turning.
Let’s pretend together what happened next, that heat, the inescapable discomfort.
Vomitous death of temperature.
Vomitous death of memory.
In the old great spiritual tradition of humankind we call that Vomitous heat of memory and vomitous death of temerature TAPAS….heat that is unquestionably arrising as the human mind is alert and num……even pretending the heat will bound us till we Drop all
Comment by susanawdee — November 20, 2007 @ 3:56 pm