Day Momo (Des Moments) August 1st-15th
I walk the streets in New York City. I forget about my goals, my plans. Walking the streets I see only the passions, desires, the vices.
I keep walking. It gets me focused again. The city brings me back to my goals, my focus. I get inspiration from other people I see.
The distraction and the focus at the same time.
The passion of the senses. The sexy ad. The beautiful girl. The smell of delicious food. The tailored suit. I’m a slave to the material. Do I feel envy? Or inspiration? I focus again. I’m inspired by the art, the science, hard work and talent of New York.
I see the ego of man to develop such extravagance. I also see the soul and spirit of man that has created this material masterpiece. I feel humility being a part of this human race.
I keep walking and I feel the fear of the unknown. Thinking, what will I do next? I feel an aliveness when I stop and embrace this unknown. The fear dissolves.
I wonder about the mystery of people on the city streets. What is their meaning and purpose? What are they looking for? What am I looking for? What is meaning and purpose any way?
I look up at the tall buildings in the darkening sky at dusk. I wonder about mystery of the Universe, and how it lead me to this moment.
New York is like it’s own Universe. I’m just one piece in the Universe of New York City. I feel completely lost in the chaos and the crowds.
I sit on a bench, I look up through the trees. I feel silence and stillness and peace. I’m no longer lost. I feel whole.
The city is talking to me. Talking to me about the mystery. The duality.
Beautiful people. Ugly people.
Rich people. Poor people.
Laughter in love. A cry for help.
A saxophone. A siren.
A rolex. A hand out.
An investment banker. A backpacker.
An addiction. A cleanse.
A distraction. An inspiration.
It’s confining. It’s liberating.
It’s lonely. It’s connected.
All of it makes up the city. The city is everything. Like the Universe.
It’s all a mystery. Embrace the mystery.
The uncertainty in the mystery. The certainty in the mystery.
The mystery is both because the can never be answered. It’s certain and uncertain at the same time. It can only be realized by everything within it.
The mystery is everything. The Universe is everything.
You are the mystery. I am the mystery.
You are the Universe. I am the Universe.
The mystery is experience. Experience the mystery.
Experience The City.
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