I am here, now!
Connect to yourself; be moved and inspired
By your connection to the miracle of creation.
Your participation in this temporal eternity
Beckons you to be outrageous.
Like the delicate butterfly who travels thousands of miles
through the wind and rain, to nestle in his ancestral home.
Sense the wisdom of Nature,
Of interconnection,
Of cause and effect,
Of the never-ending cycles
In the vastness of the Cosmos.
In some way or another
Your life will have an effect.
Whether you get caught
In the cycles of blame,
The sorrow—the futility.
Or you get caught in the game
Of shame and hunger for fame—
Your life will have an effect.
Each life is so precious,
Full of theatre and drama.
When we get entangled
In the banal of life,
Time is our executioner.
So what? So play!
Play with the dance of here and now.
Listen, listen deeply
To nature's rhythm,
Get in the rhythm of creation,
Come to your sense-abilities.
Feel this moment,
Become alive.
Connect to that creative impulse,
That force of life within you.
Bring you, only you.
It's yours to discover.
Design, create, reflect, evolve.
Your you, is particular.
It’s never been expressed just that way before.
Feel. See. Absorb. Sense. Beyond!
Bring something new.
Move people, touch people.
Play, play, Be joy in this play.
Your life will have an effect
On Nature,
On human nature.
Coming and going,
Changing and remaining the same.
Living and dying,
There's nothing else…
Your life will have an effect.
It's not definable. It's not tangible, because it's always in the process of bringing something into being that didn't exist. It cannot be thought, it cannot be planned. It cannot be known until it reveals itself—until it comes through you.
It’s the sacredness, the sacredness that we fail to perceive, to celebrate.
I know, I know, I know that I can. Every moment I create, I don't know what, I don't think about it. I just know in that moment, there's a dance between me and whatever, and I create, or destroy for creation’s sake.
Seeking the edge; moving toward the horizon that’s constantly moving away from me. I have a glimpse of the secret of life. You know, it's the mystery of living on the edge of life. I'm grateful, fortunate.
It really is transient, fleeting, poof…
And it's all perfect; there's no attachment; there's no desire; there's no need for social accolades—to be seen, or to be known.
Yeah, there it is! It's the wind. I'm the wind; invisible. It's a force that touches, touches invisibly. Yet, most of us are not aware that we're being touched. The wind touches us, and we don't even feel it. But that doesn't matter. It never mattered. It never mattered.
I don't want the books.
I don't want the laurels.
I want to listen quietly to my nature.
I want to express me; that’s part of the whole.
Ultimately, it all arises from the Universal connection and a deep, deep experience with the oneness of it all. This is the elegant dance of life and death; we're feeling both separate and connected. Creation arises from the tension between the two.
What joy!
-Ronit Herzfeld