Lost and Found?!

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Keshav the Dreamer gracefully rests attention in the impersonal intimacy of the here and now. The character within the Dream named keshav (me), however, has a history of getting lost in the dream of the planet.

A powerful cue to surrender to the clarity of presence, is when life starts to feel like a burden. I am gratefully aware that life can, and does appear that way. (The personalized (keshav) self is still convinced that life would be perfect if only everyone experienced it from his personal point of view.)

The wake-up call from feeling lost in harmful diversions is the very noticing that: A part of me feels lost. Yet, here, is the middle of the perception of being lost, is a causeless lightness of being; and a comforting knowing! How can I be lost, if I am witnessing myself feeling lost?!

This seemingly subtle shift in attention is when I remember that I(the Dreamer) can never be totally lost, just overlooked or over-shadowed. Now, is the perfect time to risk getting totally lost in the vibrancy of the unknown. And, to remember to Leave everything I think I know behind…

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9 responses to “Lost and Found?!”

  1. Braveheart

    Lost and found. With everything going on in the world, it has been easy to feel lost. The past two Thursday meetings have shown me that it is just as easy to be found! Two weeks ago during drumming, I journeyed and re-membered that I can connect and share energy. An act of service – what we do/who we are. I realized I could chose to float rather than fight the current. This Thursday’s chants, opened my heart, connecting and recharging. The love of those HERE and HERE merged. There was no here or there, no me to lose or be found…just love here and now.

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  2. missy

    Keshav that is incredibly interesting how your watch found you again, not sure if that was what you were looking for? It doesn’t matter, and the fact that a watch is about Time or keeping Time, which you put in the Embers of the Fire is even more interesting. This Story just gets better and better! Are you now just Burning Time up in life? Aren’t we all, and we can’t ever get it back… I see a Russ joke being posted here soon !

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  3. Keshav Howe

    I lost something that I use everyday as part of my fitness routine. It made no sense that I could have misplaced it. I looked "everywhere;" several times. Yesterday afternoon I got lost in some yard-work, and re-connected with Peace (without an object of peace). Inspiration kidnapped me, and opened my heart to give up the search for peace. My time worn words came back to haunt me: "What is going to take to stop looking, and to make room for what appears to be missing to find you?" You know, in that sacred place, where the Dream and the Dreamer knowingly coexist. The dental floss lifeline that we all hold onto is wearing thinner and thinner…
     
    I relaxed into the feel of calling off the search. I celebrated by smoking my cannabis blend of "Where's My Bike" and "Dr. Who," while seated around our ceremonial fire pit. I took in the raw feel of peace and freedom in the air. I blew my smoke into the fire pit a few times, revealing my watch (barely under the embers). I recalled that the last time I smoked that blend of cannabis was seated around the same fire pit. At the beginning of our house demolition? When I lost the watch.
     
    The end.

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  4. Keshav Howe

    Joe: my experience working with: "the fear of exposing my attachments" is that those very attachments are demanding a clearer view of the situation. That same fear exposes its true nature. Accepting the fear can shift attention to the reality that fear only exists because of me. 

    If I give my full attention to the fear (a mind construct), it also exposes the presence of the fear's home ground.The natural "state" of attention is not dependent on the absence of thought, or time. This quiet and non directive Presence is the home in which thoughts and fears burn away; leaving only Silence.

    The Shaman at the gate silently welcomes them home; again.

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