(Facebook dialogue) I have discovered that interruptions don’t really disrupt the final outcome of my writing. I can catch the stream in several cups, pouring them into the same comment box so it looks like one stream.
Facebook is my practice. Like right now I’m writing a stream. At any moment my wife may interrupt my stream with a request, and I do it without emotional incident or irritation. In that way I have not introjected an obstacle in my stream and I return and pick it up as if it had not been broken.
Just realized the metaphor in this statue of the little boy pissing, which I just found in my stuff yesterday; something my crazy uncle left. I say crazy because everything he left me reveals secret meaning. And here it is. Life is an unbroken stream.
I write, the writing in interrupted for some other demand by the world, I return to the writing (stream) and it is not broken. The writing (my intention) and the world’s intention (my wife’s chore) is all one stream. I don’t break it by resisting the world’s stream in favor of my stream.. There are not two streams, my stream and my wife’s, but only one stream. The flow seamlessly together when I don’t invest solely and selfishly in my stream as the one and only stream of the world. Life is One Stream.
Yes…that’s relationship…two streams becoming one stream, One yet two. Each then feeds the tother to create an expanding stream of meaning.
Ah,,,,here’s the trick. The One Stream is transcendent of the two streams. So when I break my stream with irritation of my wife’s stream, then I lose the transcendent stream of unity of the One that is creating me….I lose my creativity when I invest in only my stream. My creativity lies in surrender to the transcendent Stream that includes all the world streams.
I’ll use my little Greek Pissing Boy as my Martini Live talk this evening. When I moved my uncle up here from Tamps, I regret not taking the Pissing Boy he had at his patio fountain. But this little statue was his, and I didn’t know I had it. In Zen the is ONE TASTE….with my uncle there was One Stream.
Ah…that’s where the practice of One Stream hits the road of being. When you can incorporate this intentional diversion from your stream into the One Stream, the rubber hits the road and your One Stream gets traction. When the other stream is agreeable and affirming you and that stream gently flow together to the ocean. But when the other stream has rapids and tries to take you off in another direction, or tries to dam up your stream, so it can be the One Stream…well…now that requires surrender…and in the surrender the two divergent streams being One Stream in a new direction or Idea that could not have happened without the critical stream. Creativity comes from the transcendence of dissonance, and you can’t have dissonance unless you have two conflicting streams for the One Stream. It is here in this challenge that the One is born again and again.
The thing is when the Transcendent Stream is both that unites the two dissonant streams it happens spontaneously, a new Idea that did not exist before is born, a new artistic expression. A new metaphor is born that contains and resolves the polarity.
As Jesus said “Love the dissonant stream.” This “Stream Metaphor” has been winding its way through my whole day. A friend was just here and we swam in this stream….All streams to to the ocean. Some straight, some meandering, but like on a GPS navigator we are all going home to Unity. Our pain and discomfort comes when we don’t accept all streams as being One, yet many. This acceptance can only come from surrender to the flow of life’s stream, no matter what irregular land it is flowing over, and if if blames another stream for diverting it from its home. Nothing can divert the stream from the ocean.
However, we can become fixed on a whirl pool, or you know when a meandering stream loops back upon itself and creates a loop. We all reach a point in our journey to the ocean where we find something we don’t want to surrender, something we’ve been holding onto, like our sense of self as something fixed. In the flow of life, nothing is fixed.
When we come upon that which we don’t want to give up and let go, we create a loop like a whirlpool where our life stream goes in a circle, like thought in a tape loop trying to get back on the rive by thinking in circles. When we have not seen what we are holding onto, we create these whirlpools of pain and cling to them for dear life, because even that pain is better then surrender to the unknown river of life where there is nothing to cling to but to flow with the river home.
While our body may lose its stream, I know mine has, we never lose our life stream, but when it feels depleted and in conflict with obstacle in the stream, panic and depression set in…all signs that we are clinging to something, to even our pain, to avoid letting go.
Panic attacks are good in that they are a sign that you are reaching the Turning Point. Something is about to spontaneously let go, and the Panic attack is the final resistance, the last stand of resistance, before surrender.