Be the Altar, not the Alternative.
Between time and space there is a place which is the altar of human legacy.
Each individual must identify this altar and worship it.
It will give personality, purpose and prosperity.
Any alternative to this is to lose the gratefulness, the grace and the glow of life.
O Yogi, this is the sacred secret of prosperity.
(from Yogi Bhajan's Ten Sacred Secrets to Success)
Here in the Hive, we turn and greet the Cardinal Directions.
We rise to honor the multi-dimensionality of Be-ing -
of east, west, north, south. Of up, down, Mother, Father, Earth, Sky.
And we recognize their meeting place - here, inside Us, at the core of our Self.
Here in the Hive, I turn and in every direction my gaze falls upon an altar.
Not a platform where religious rites are performed nor a structure
where sacrifice is made. But, rather, a pure reminder that everything has
energy. These things in our lives take and give energy. What kind of energy will sustain
us in these times to come? (And, what kind will not?) How do we honor these things?
Here in the Hive, my eyes fall upon books, art, beauty, rocks, flowers, feathers, masks,
stories, candles, an expansive wood floor and more. Here in the Hive, we honor these things -
by "Puja'ing" them. Basically, "to puja" means to honor the divine. We all celebrate the divine in each other - usually through sex, touch, love, contact, communication, community and more. However, here in the Hive, we recognize that every thing is Divine. Therefore, every thing is honored - the past, the present and the future. The here and n-o-w, so we take the time to dust off these relics and mementos that feed our Be-ing - the words on paper, the sound in objects, the meaning in metaphor. The friendships that require a continual meeting in the middle - a showing up to share, even through the pain of transgressions and the turbulence of growth.
Here in the Hive, I am continually met with mirror reflections. Not literally - for this is one studio where you will not gaze neither lustfully nor dejectedly upon a two-dimensional and flat projection of your Be-ing (unless, of course, you're commencing your practice in the Hive's loo) - but, rather, metaphorically. In every direction I look, I See Me (intimacy=In to Me I See) - in the paintings and the imagery, in the curvaceous balance balls and the rigid floor, in the spinning hoops and the reverberating speakers. In the sun's rays streaming in through the south-facing windows and in the Buddha forever etched in stone. In You. In your beauty and grace, in your wildness and freedom, and in your pain and trepidation.
Hence, I bow.
I greet
You.
Us.
Me.
This moment,
n-o-w.
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