I have but two shoulders. I have a portrait of Dr. King tattooed on the left, and one of Bob Marley tattooed on the right. Had I a third, there would be a portrait of Muhammad Ali on me, too. That’s how important he’s been in my life.
As a child growing up in a Chattanooga that was on fire like every major city in the South, I was acutely aware that Muhammad Ali was carrying the same banner for truth, justice, and equality that Martin Luther King, Jr. and Robert Nesta Marley were. When he fought, I sat in the front of the television and consciously told God, the universe, whoever was there, that if that man needed the energy in my body to win the fight, it was completely fine with me if it was taken out of me and put into him. I’d be totally okay with falling over dead on the TV room floor if the addition of my life energy to his would enable Ali to prevail.
I ran away from home once as a child. I did it on the night of October 26, 1970, because as punishment for some infraction I’d committed, I was prohibited from watching Ali enter the boxing ring for the first time in three and a half years to float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, and defeat Jerry Quarry in three rounds to begin his march to reclaim the heavyweight championship of the world. I hid up in a willow tree for hours that night while my father and his friends searched the woods and creeks around our Chattanooga home for me (an effort for which I was rewarded with several million mosquito bites).
Muhammad, Martin, and Bob carried in their hearts and on their backs the hopes of billions of people of color the world over for the simplest, most fundamental things: a dignified life. Some measure of justice. Recognition that it is character, not color, that determines a person’s worth. Their example of moral courage in the face of withering injustice, economic deprivation, and brutal racism forged my soul before I had the hint of a whisker. They were my first ever, and some of my best ever, spiritual teachers. They teach me still. They always will.
Peace be upon you, Muhammad Ali, you mighty lion, you mountain of a man, you crackling wit, you incisive mind, you most expansive and generous and benevolent soul of all souls in our sight. Thank you for everything. I bow at your lotus feet for all eternity.
hoʻoponopono
the treasure of the nation
“we never fired a shot, but still achieved our goals”
The general
who advances without
coveting fame, who retreats without
being ashamed, whose concern is to keep the
people safe and honor the sovereign —
he will be the treasure of
the nation.
from The Art of War, Chapter VIII
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beautiful things grow out of shit
“Beautiful things grow out of shit.”
This is the single most important thing I know, can share with you, can be taught to anyone. It’s way down here in this little snippet of a conversation between two lions, Daniel Lanois, at whose musical feet I bow, and Brian Eno, who says this most important thing of all things, which should be listened to by us all all first thing every morning, and played to our children first thing every morning, all of the mornings, for the rest of our lives:
“What would be really interesting for people to see is how beautiful things grow out of shit, because nobody ever believes that, you know. Everybody thinks that Beethoven had his string quartets completely in his head, they somehow appeared there and formed in his head, and all he had to do was write them down and they would be kind of manifest to the world.
“But what I think what’s so interesting, and what should be a lesson everybody should learn, is that things come out of nothing. Things evolve out of nothing. You know, the tiniest seed in the right situation turns into the most beautiful forest. And then the most promising seed, in the wrong situation, turns into nothing.
“And I think that this would be important for people to understand because it gives people confidence in their own lives to know that that’s how things work. If you walk around with the idea that there are some people who are so gifted, they have these wonderful things in their head, but you’re not one of them, you’re just sort of a normal person, you could never do anything like that, then you live a different kind of life, you know.
“You could have another kind of life where you can say, where you say, ‘Well, I know that things comes from nothing very much and start from unpromising beginnings, and I’m an unpromising beginning, and I could start something.'”
a highly evolved individual integrates yin & yang
The first
integration of yin and yang
is the union of seed and egg within the womb.
The second integration of yin and yang is the sexual union
of the mature male and female. Both of these are
concerned with flesh and blood, and all
that is conceived in this realm must
one day disintegrate
and pass
away.
It is only
the third integration
which gives birth to something immortal.
In this integration, a highly evolved individual joins
the subtle inner energies of yin and yang under the light of spiritual
understanding. Through the practices of the Integral Way he refines his
gross, heavy energy into something ethereal and light. This divine
light has the capability of penetrating into the mighty
ocean of spiritual energy and complete
wisdom that is
the Tao.
The new life
created by the final integration
is self-aware yet without ego, capable of
inhabiting a body yet not attached to it, and guided
by wisdom rather than emotion. Whole
and virtuous, it can
never die.
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