A NEW ODYSSEY...

How long have I been away? It's difficult to calculate. My last entry was not a return. That was an experiment with a digital magazine. 

 

I have been lost in some corridor without dimension, trying to find my way back to the conscious awareness that has always connected me to myself. These last few months...few days...I have somehow stumbled back...Phaedrus is alive, but perhaps it is still too tenuous, too embryonic, to know what is really going on. 

 

Phaedrus is still shrouded by the shadows...I pause in the deep shadows of the ether that obscures identity and launches a search... a wandering away from the bright avenues of deceit and destruction, looking for some opening through which I might return, from where I might escape into the fullness of myself...into the awareness of Being...where clarity reigns. But I know there is no such moment as clarity. Clarity requires Time to become timeless, where process stagnates into shrill stillness... we slip into the silence and its illusion as a tapestry of sound. 

 

I have been wandering. I've wandered since my earliest days in Texas...and the globe has been a gracious host. I heard Whitman calling me to join him in his wanderings, and I began to journey with him by my side and in my veins, beckoning me to find a clearing where we might rest and exchange notes. I should have perished long ago, but something lingers...not from the Past,  but from the Future... for wandering is an endless excursion into what might be and what might have been. And these wanderings have led to some phenonmenal experiments in Research as Lived Experience...in Heideggerian jousting with BEING AND TIME and the languaging of the world...in Hegel's even more dazzling Phenomenology of Spirit, as a quest for knowing and meaning which in some ways seems almost like a Western Civilization attempt to read between the lines of the Tao Te Ching.

 

I follow the footsteps of Whitman's wandering in search of his lingering presence...in search of our lingering presence, for we are all wanderers seeking the truth of ourselves. We are all embarked upon The Way... ultimately this is our journey as the infinite manifestation of Being.

 

I remember as I entered my 70s, I was surprised to still be around, somehow stuck in the ever enduring Now. My wanderings were over a vast internal terrain where I thought I was meant to discover or meet someone or some revelation about my true identity. Moving through life, I was constantly meeting and celebrating new arrivals in my conscious awareness that expanded my experience and created new horizons to pursue. I was surprised to find myself still seeking the next realm of revelation as decades passed.

 

SEGUE
 Begun six decades past...
 I always thought it might not last.
 But this is not the final word
 Many conversations still not heard...
 Somehow I’m still seeking text
 To reveal what might happen next.
 For me, text is not about the past...
 it’s more about making the present last.
 Noticing the moment with a pen
 Adds permanence and creates a “when”.
 
 But these words are more than just a start...
 The texting here is from the heart.
 This volume, was begun so long ago,
 When I was young—-so much I didn’t know.
 Now I know no matter what my age,
 Infinity expects another page.

 

So these postings, these wanderings, begin another phase of this adventure, but more importantly to notice the NOW of BEING and the process of BECOMING. These themes have emerged from my encounters with the dynamics of awareness. It seems that everything emerging is Forever unfolding the Nowness of Now. We've launched the James Webb Space Telescope a million miles into space to peer backward into Time... to some so-called beginning which is as much conjecture as it is a reality. It is challenging to be trapped in the permanence of Now seeking paths to the past and future...