Santa Monica CA | Palisade Park | A “Dream”

It is a few minutes past 6 PM and I just parked by Palisade Beach Park on Ocean Blvd. I am across the street from the Blue Plate — Oysterette (Thai Dishes), and a couple of blocks from The Georgian Hotel. It is Sunday evening. The sun is still shinning bright, warming the cool evening breezes. Balmy weather! After a recent dance workout I am thoroughly relaxed. I sit on my vehicle and just enjoy the scene. At the Blue Plate the valets are busy parking cars; the place is packed. The park is teeming with people. I am awake! My radio is playing but it doesn’t disrupt my meditation. I just listen while I watch everything . . . the joggers, the strollers, the cyclists, the couples (gay and straight) the homeless and mentally ill, the man balancing a water bottle on his head as he walks by with his backpack . . . The radio stops playing. I am here, with everything. And I see the collective dream; we are all dreaming together. We are being dreamed. It is all there, but it’s not.

Dusk sets in, and then the night lights appear. The magical evening is gone to never come back, and I remember a couple of lines from a poem by Emily Dickinson.

   “That it will never come again

is what makes life so sweet . . .”

Palisade Park: This Eucalyptus grows close to the ground.

My next stop is Tucson, Arizona. I am looking forward to see the blooming Palo Verdes.

Inception | Leonardo DiCaprio | Marion Cotillard

I went to see Inception, which was recommended to me by alywaibel.  Excellent movie! I liked how they changed ‘dreams’ — as Toltecs do in the ‘dreaming attention’, although you don’t need all that equipment to do that. What I liked best, however, was the end of the movie when Cobb after reuniting with his family spins his totem to make sure he is not ‘dreaming’ anymore. But we can’t see the outcome, which implies that perhaps life is but a ‘dream’. . .

Regard this fleeting world,

as a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,

a flash of lightning in a summer cloud,

a flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream.

–Buddha’s Diamond Sutra

Random thought is a trap. Pay attention! It is a dream.

The dreamed dreams the dreamer.

More about real . . . dreaming (scroll down to second section)

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