Riding Metro North. And Sleeptalking.

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4:50 am.
11 minutes to the 5:01, the first train to Grand Central.
I step onto the front porch into darkness.
And into Salter’s Burning The Days…at both ends.

Peter Cottontail scurries down the driveway, his white tail bobbing.  A four-legged leaf clover.

Did I stop and allow myself to be surprised? Or did I trudge on in a daze?David Steindl-Rast prods in Awake, Aware and Alert.  Yes, David, Yes.

My head is down, I’m watching for icy patches. The footfall is covered with a moon shadow – the mind bleached with a word slurry. First Harrison: If you are strained, lacerated, enervated…take a night walk as far as you can get from a trace of civilization – a dance, and the ghost that follows you, your moon-cast shadow, is your true, androgynous parent.  And then Kalanithimy specklike existence against the immensity of the mountain, the earth, the universe and yet still feel your own two feet on the talus.  Lacerated. Enervated. Specklike. Immensity. My two feet. Flooded with Gratitude.  I keep walking.

4 minutes to departure. I pick up the pace.

On the platform.  A handful of us are spread down the ramp standing under the lamp posts.  43° F. January 27th. A so-soft wisp of a breeze passes, a gentle tug towards Spring – my Soul rises along with Mary Oliver‘s soul dance: “Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. But isn’t the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?

The train rolls. The Quiet Car.  I close my eyes to rest and I ride with Sontag and her drowning in silence; neurotically tired, restless.  And from the rails to The Road with Cormac McCarthy who scolds:  “Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.”  Set out the trash DK. Set out the trash.

Grand Central Station @ 5:55.  Hakuna Matata is pumped into the Main Concourse. Have you ever heard music here beforeDavid, I’m fully awake, aware and alert.  I pause to listen to a few bars richocheting through the Hall.

Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It’s our problem free philosophy, Hakuna Matata

Game Time.


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Comments

  1. My favorite line “the things you put into your head are there forever”. Amen.

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  2. Delightful – inspirational – love the movement in both the physical and mental aspects of this post. Bravo.

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  3. Alert, grateful, mindful, ready. Beautiful, pal, just beautiful. Make it a great day….

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  4. Saw this earlier and decided to delay reading it until my first break.
    All this before 6 am, wow.
    You have put together and inspiring bouquet of wisdom, of greatness.

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  5. So many thoughts, so many wonderful words…it’s all there. 🙂

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  6. funny how the mind ping-pongs from place to place so quickly without missing a beat, isn’t it? it’s an amazing thing.

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  7. Wonderful. I’m so impressed and inspired by all your associations. The poetic reference to your feet made me smile. And so did “hakuna matata”. It reminded me that I’ll see Lion King (again) next week, and have to brush up my very poor Swahili for an upcoming trip. Great read, as always.

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  8. Rumi and the Lion King, will always move my soul. A brilliant piece from your morning commute Mr Kanigan.

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  9. Anonymous says:

    Holy crap! Ping pong?… that was ricocheting. Insomnia?

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  10. Holy crap! Ping pong….that was ricocheting. Insomnia…you mind was on the move for sure.

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