Earth is a seraphic beast worthy of our idolization. What we might attempt to contain or transform of earthen parts in our material minds could be demolished with the single swoop of a moody makeover from the earth shaking her booty (aka earthquaking) or worse. Good versus evil is an ancient story. We’re called upon hourly to peruse the spaces our thoughts wander. We make decisions to swing low or stay high. Possibly you place your ego in front of the person next to you that you don’t know, but who clearly needs more help. Instead, maybe you’re one of the warriors cleaning up the wreckage, fully honoring Earth Day. If I could release rare phenomena, touching every single living creature, it would be the celebratory energy to let every day be Holi.
In each of us, two natures are at war — the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose — what we want most to be we are. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
Endless conquests are part of the patience package. Life does carry a lot of ammunition we could choose to weigh us down. Just as we feel pain, so do plants and land cry out when stabbed. Whether metaphorically through our hearts during a loss, or pounding the earth into skyscrapers without conscientious vision, any given day calls forth a victory where we may overcome the minutia to mountains of incessant leeches starving for our bad blood. We’ve become too conditioned to tumble in the weeds, which perpetuates stumbling. We’re molded into the quantum sentience through simple means of rollicking in the holiest of ways. Permission to rip the bandaid off petty casualties, deep wounds, useless regrets, as well anything or anyone detached from happiness is where your gaiety gambling ought to begin. Let the saintly trouncing over nefarious ways be your holy — Holi — roller.
A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most. ~George Bernard Shaw
In lieu of fast food or fast friends, business, romances we could sniff like a good hound will go awry, we must feed forgiveness to our bellies. Decimating our own barbarity is a course in proper devouring. We should be rejoicing about love, repairing important relationships, and forgetting the nonsense that loops telltale mentally unstable outcomes. The color of my heart beats rainbow blood. I know it to be true because anytime I see a vivid explosion of colorful delights I get all silly, smiley, and wrapped in a sudden case of the extremely animated jollies. Therefore, a daily contest to see who can be the messiest while joyful at the same time seems the utmost of logical troopers to be warring all our melancholia woes. Anyway, fun feels light-years better.
One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between man and nature shall not be broken. ~Leo Tolstoy
To live united with the ground beneath your feet is a missing link for whoever dares disregard our natural inclinations of goodness. Perversion is played upon Mother Earth every moment. Yet, playfulness is an earnestly hallowed caper that calls out the wilds in nature and humans. The Holi Festival of Color joyfully asks me to cast away those annoying resentments we’re known to harbor (as if harbors needed anything more than boats). It’s when chaos makes out with order, as you grasp the allure of running around outside, dashing brilliant colors at all in your path, throwing caution to the wind and loving freely, intensely, easily for anything that moves. In one word ‘Holi’ is happiness. Nothing more is required and nothing less is gained.
I’m not interested in making a little noise, I’m here to change the paradigm! ~Neema Namadamu
Erosion isn’t just a solely for the soil. Allowing ourselves to corrode our inner and outer peace is where we solidly disconnect from reality. Earth is our only sincere materiality. Ignoring taking care of this big rotating rock is analogous with dissing yourself. Decayed life is destruction from all angles. Harvesting the implementation to shift your gears toward morally clean from any crumbling is the law of pristinely impeccable spirituality as I know it. The lore of how to Love the Earth is the path to enlightenment. Surely, this prescription will do us better than any drug on the markets. The Holi archetype models laughter and lightness. A pattern of being pleased with ease echoes its vibrations. Who are we not to endear our days with a love of affair of self and Earth?
The trees smile with their sprout
of tender leaves and blooming flowers,
Eternal nature with its transient expression.
Hails spring with ecstasy and joy!
Bewildering shades with so many tinge.
The land of beauty and greatness…
Love thy planet as thyself and right round, baby, right round.