There she is way down there.
Feeling the edges of a body.
Breathing, thinking, struggling, living, aging.
A small little being. A speck.
Of many.
Free flowing with life, moving from one moment to the next.
She will move, be still, travel, journey, work, grow, build, connect, meet, create, love, grieve, achieve, fail, laugh, cry, and die.
One day will reintegrate into earth. Completely unfolded and reabsorbed.
But there she is now.
Allowing life to be what it is, feeling each moment only as deeply as she remains unattached. Because it is constant, it is moving, it is changing, it is perceived and felt until it is gone - only living in memory. It is impossible to grasp and hold onto. Otherwise, it is endlessly overwhelming and exhausting.
Cutting through layers and realms. There’s what is really lived. There’s what is imagined to be real - horrors and dreams we can only imagine until they are real. And there is pure fantasy. Delusion and practical matter coexist but are not the same.
Life flows through, something works through you. You may never know what it is.
As with ropes of bondage, resistance of reality and need for control create fear, panic, and mistruths. Everything is hurting and everything is blinding. Constraints tighten with the fight.
But slip into surrender, allowing feeling, trust, faith, and knowing… slip into the deep dark underworld where all may feel lost, but where everything grows and is nourished. Where the real Resistance begins. The real work is here. Allow what is.
Make peace with suffering. It is this way.
Magically everything loosens and you are free.
The breakup that’s heartbreaking and necessary.
Smile with disruption. Listen to the knocking of your own heart.
Settle into your bones made from earth matter.
You are of here. Your spirit is not.
Be here and allow life to roam and flow, limitlessly.
Have faith, “be realistic: plan for a miracle.” (Rajneesh)Edges are felt. Containers are burned.
Your matchbox house will light like tinder.
And you are still okay.
Go live and play until your dying day.
The breakup is happening whether you feel it or not.
It is okay.
Here you are.