Student: How should I walk my spiritual path?
Coyote: What a silly question. What you maybe meant to say is “how do I live my life?” Can’t separate the two! Or do you?
The way is a way of opposites, of paradox, of riddles and mysteries. Some of your greatest suffering as a race comes from trying to “understand the mystery” explain away the wonder and delight of the universe in all its infinite complexity.
Arrogant and Goofy! Why would you want to take the mystery out of things, wouldn’t that be a bore? Play the game, let go of your folly of intellectually playing with ideas instead of acting on your true impulses. Follow your nose, don’t analyze, act and pray and let go. Take off at tangents, run wild, jump fences and stand on your head a lot. Want to play? Then play, what are you waiting for… death comes soon enough, explain that!
The beauty of my energy is the true letting go of attachment to the outcome. Truly acting just for the hell of it is my middle name (long one isn’t it?) There is no grand meaning to your acts, they are just acts, but at the same time they are yours and have relevance to you, to your state of stuffering (or was that suffering?) or of joy.
Color something, bring color and light and silliness into your life, then act out your death in as much drama as you can muster. Laugh at your seriousness (I do!) it eases the rigidity that you get so easily trapped in. Be spontaneous, yet focused and disciplined (good fun takes a lot of concentration you know). Be creative but random, then paint in exacting detail as if your life depended on the outcome (who knows, it might). Find your muse and let her mystify you and turn your whole life upside down. Build exalted works of art and then burn them, roasting marshmallows and drinking rum as they burn.
No, I’m not talking total chaos, just enough to keep your structure off balance. Let the structure of your habits be a leaning tower, always falling down, rather than a solidly built skyscraper. Be wild, be divine, be the rush of the hunt and satisfaction of sated sex. Love the life you have been given and do your best to keep it interesting. I mean, did you really incarnate here to be bored?
God(dess), I miss living with coyote on a daily basis, even if she does love to laugh at and fuck with me.
ReplyDeleteWild trickster spirit, who tries to tell me that I don't have a clue about the joyous, authentic wild freedom she embodies. Who once stole my food, while I was visiting Death Valley, allowing we to eat and share camaraderie beyond what I was prepared for and epecting.
Coyote who thrives no matter what abuse she has received from us two leggeds.
Coyote, I need your medicine now