At the early hours of a sunny afternoon at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, I was finally standing in front of Gustav’s Klimt “The Kiss”. A painting that I have seen hundreds of times on internet, finally in the flesh!
I took my time with it. Realizing its actual enormous size, coming closer to feel the brushes, enjoying the original colours without any digital alteration. Immersed in all of that green…
Regenerated by such gracious encounter, I was taking all in; how the painting was connecting me with the Eternal One, how I was feeling being kissed by the Eternal One, and by Life itself, and how freely I was feeling being alive and inspired for being me again. Grateful to the artistry of life and human work, allowing me to experience the infinite space and time of the moment, with total serenity, I found myself pure att heart as a child, believing that everything is still possible once more.
True Mastery, any kind of it, conveys to us the language of the Eternal One. Fewer words or non are thus needed. Time and space open to another dimension and all of our internal state changes instantly. A breeze of refinement breaths into and institutes the impossible as a living experienced reality. We find ourselves to consensually obey our potentiality to a silent state of peace and trust, recognizing by our hearts ways of entering where there is nor time nor space.
The ways of a Master inspires us to go back to our atelier and work on our craft; our brushes, our canvas, our colours, experimenting with new techniques, ideas, projects.
True mastery does not inflict comparison or competition. Only a pure desire for a deeper learning, a new look on what is possible from our craft, a momentum for a push forward to the unknown fearlessly. Knowing that place of no space or time, we feel the longing to see more of that, whatever that is.
The beauty of Mastery, profoundly liberating, silences any need and all fears to prove ourselves, because there is no comparison or measure of excellence to override this feeling.
It’s the movement of life to the first time ever;
first time ever to enjoy the afternoon;
first time ever to beautifully craft our work for no reason at all but for the love of it;
first time ever to shut our big mouth, our resounding ego and our narcissistic tendency by an abundant embrace of our existence rather a vicious ran away.
Silence becomes pleasurable, desired, enjoyable.
Overflowing peace is transmitted to us and I become very calm. For the first time ever, we start listening, we start perceiving deeper about all thaw we have always wanted, although that does not matter any more.
For the first time ever our reality is not govern by the pendulum effect of opposite sentiments that tyrannically interchange between them: from the spectrum of over-excitement and joy to the deeper ends of frustration-depression.
It’s the first time we can see the possibility of being “together” and “working together” with all other Master of the world, for a reality, under multiple other new dimensions.
For the first time we find our sit on the table, our instrument at the orchestra and our solo moment in alignment. No longer racing to death for approval or results.
For the first time we are not doing; we are just being. Our silence speaks volumes, our presence is our Mastery.
We pause. Our few words change everything. We are becoming our own Mastery.
The movement of unsolicited inner peace is the movement of a Master. A breakthrough moment into a realm of Being and not doing. All is different from now on. This is the way of a refined Mastery and joyful life.