As I gaze up the sky pulsates with breath. The clouds are like the air, invisible forces of vitality weaving patterns of ageless wisdom, of life itself. The clouds speak to me of change, of the dance between form and formless, and experience.
You will never be the same person again. Once this moment fades into oblivion what are we left with but our experience, our senses and sensations, that formulate the world around us and the vast landscapes of our inner realities.
Why must we fight this beautiful synthesis of our true nature. The eternal communion of our unconscious and conscious, masculine and feminine, good and evil.
Can we expand like the seemingly unending horizon to include it all? I find my surrender in acceptance and that is where my freedom lies, where birth and death collide and being is born.
~I feel alive. There is a quality of fierce crispness, sharpening the edges of my sensory world to a deliciously lethal point. Like the snap of a winter’s breeze on the swift inhale of a breath far too fleeting.
The shallow way we taste our experiences only undermines the inherent vitality and aliveness that we so desperately yearn to feel in every moment of this unending waking dream.
In our hurriedness to evade the penetrating sensation of what may disturb a once unchanged landscape, we miss the moment, the only moment that has ever existed and will deign to exist ever again. The moment where we realize that there is no separation between that which you perceive as your ’self’ and the infinite ground of reality.
One moment missed is all moments missed. Yet, there are forces of nature beyond our comprehension and we are but specks of bioluminescent pulsating energy intertwined in an ecstatic union of darkness and light, stillness and chaos, vibration and space, birth and death, continuously weaving new patterns of understanding.
The dawn of our perception need not only be the beginning, but an interdimensional gateway to vast untouched lands beyond liminal comprehension.
We have breached the barriers of our perceived liminality when we begin to dance with our innate resistance to no longer being here nor there, no longer being betwixt nor between, but simply just being.~
