The heart expansion is glorious.
Nothing can compare.
But when I resist the process
It doesn’t feel like I’m walking on air.
If I try and attempt and strive for perfection, The best I can do is winning at nothing.
The real test here, under my nose,
is relaxing my focus from my head to my toes.
Bringing in freshness and opening the crown, Then up springs my liveliness and it can’t be held down.
The imensity of that impersonal flow,
it always seems surprising how big it can glow.
Because all along this journey of epic surrender, catalyzed by my sizzling creativity (of which I’m both recipient and sender).
Yes it is this, but also it’s that.
I can’t even try to understand,
that’s where the knowledge is at.
Peace is not just an idea, TBH it could taste like vomit or maybe delicious tortilla.
It is a merging of engagement but also with not, a paradoxical longing for what I’ve already got.