When Consciousness Collides

The old dichotomy emerges once again, although there is no certainty that it exists at all. For it the world we know takes of its essence all things spiritual as well as those we touch and fondle for a century or so before we join the ages. Why are we distressed by that brief chaos we create with ignorance? Spirit and touch are brothers, cannot exist apart. They are the juncture of a unity that transcends all perception. Like the jet stream which will tantalize the polar vortex of the earth, our elusive consciousness seen as sub, or super, or untraceable, can never long be pushed aside. I feel it, scold it, try to force it back. Its winds blow cold, and hot, and sometimes like a breath of yesterday, it siezes hold upon me, leads me through the mist, and by the strange domain I never understood. It is a rare, effective treatment for the pride that motivates us as we seek to rise above our fellow humans. Let the winds blow free! It is consciousness that is the arm of peace, it does not compete. The breath of yesterday is our reality--today! ~