The
vibration of a motorcycle is more than just a chuga-chugga, it is to
live out loud. Yet, the core of the rider enters into a divine
stillness -- a silence, a oneness with the wind. With divine vibration.
The rider will tingle with the sensation of adventure, of
unpredictable moments strung together like notes on a music staff.
Riding is like composing a symphony in tandem with the ever changing
landscape one rides through that so affects the very CORE of one's
nature. That we are all one.
So the vibration of the prairie:
still, stark and vast -- opens up our soul to the same wide open truth:
that we are exposed to the elements of life and it teaches us how to
weather the storms without maybe physical shelter, but divine shelter.
The desert: hot, dry, demanding and usually in control of those who
enter her. You must honor the desert because she's not going to adjust
anything for your comfort. You need to dig deep within yourself to find
the tools to survive in her element. Discomfort as a means of
perserverence and moving forward through extreme challenge. The urban
jungle: Learning to get along with the driving personalities of others,
staying focused on your own lane, lest someone or yourself will drift
to the right or left and find yourself on the shoulder for awhile
tending to a collision. This is the wild Interstellar John Coltrane
rhythm, yes, where it seems like no one is on the same musical path or
harmony, but indeed we are, we just need to learn to ride the rhythm at
our own intensity.
The vibration of the engine as it rumbles
through the canyons echoing off the stoic rocks that have been there as
long as your soul has been created to remind you of your strength and
your power of your force of your solid divinity. And then you vibrate
with a bass tone with those rocks because those rocks are like the
paternal representation of the divine; while the lovely scented forests
of Yosemite reveal the perfume of Mother Earth....soft and
everlasting...yet fragile and able to become ash and return to the
divine without the physical.
Eventually, during a trip, we
begin to hum, like OHM. And so we connect with the OHM of the
engine....the tires rolling along the pavement OHM, the wind whipping
through our helmets, OHM, the whoosh of life all around us breathing
and expanding and contracting and leading us along. The vibration of
all the senses in tune with the vibration of the divine....because the
motorcycle allows us to travel through the stillness and be silent, and
be still and know...that we
are one vibration on our freedom
machines, with the freedom of the divine: the single purpose, to know
thyself, to be gentle to thyself and to simply BE and allow the journey
to unfold, moment by moment, note by note, movement by movement to be:
A symphony of vibrational unity: Divine, RIDER, Motorcycle.
with love and divine song,
Sasha
www.bikerlady.comAuthor of the new book Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life by MBI Publishing.