The document summarizes the author's experience coming across the Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan from the Hamptons on Long Island. It describes the breathtaking view of Manhattan's skyscrapers and discusses how the bridge represents a passage from one experience to another. The author reflects on living in the present moment without clinging to the past or future, and how breath can be a bridge between the body and universe when stilled.

1. Queensboro Bridge Love
November 5, 2020
Coming across the Queensboro Bridge from a
glorious, summer weekend in the ‘get away’
Hamptons at the other end of Long Island, the
sight of Manhattan is breathtaking, and reminds
one of the marvel of architects and the labor to
build this amazing city with hundreds of
skyscrapers. ‘I Love New York’ represents a lot of the loving that goes on in this great city. The
1970’s was the decade when unabashed ‘loving’ exploded open for the first time in history
everywhere freedoms were the norm. The ‘Big Apple’ was no less than at the forefront.
Heaven is a place on Earth, but sometimes next door to Hell. Life must have the positive and
negative for the mindful and consciousness to grow, otherwise people will become useless and
lazy as well as unprepared for even natures calamities. Life is one of the bridges or transitions
from one experience to another, many very fair and some unfair that frequently come from not
paying attention and making best of available choices preferably with a balance of the heart
and mind in a space of common sense.
A bridge is sometimes the passage from one experience
to the next as in leaving the sands and peacefulness of
the Hamptons of the past and crossing that bridge into
the unknown future. The mind needs the future for
seeking. The mind is a restless avoider of the moment
where truth awaits the perceiver. The mind needs the
future in order to move. It can move either in the past or in
the future. It cannot move in the present; there is no
space. The truth is in the present, and mind is always in
the future or in the past, so there is no meeting between
mind and truth.
Seek not; otherwise you will miss. Seek not and find. Don’t seek and find.
The past and the future are rascals cluttering the mind ’til you let go of both
and ‘STOP’, into ‘moment’. There is an ancient art of love making which is
called, ‘tantra’. To be in the state of tantra, there is no past, no future, no you,
no them, no body, just oneness and the moment of stillness where everything is no more. In the
beginning, and in the end there is only the sound of silence. To be or not to be is not the
question, for there is no question hence no answer.
Not only is the breath a bridge to your body, it is also a bridge between you and the universe.
The body is just the universe which has come to you, which is nearer to you.
You are the breath. ‘Still’ the breath.
Arhata~