We are the mystery....
our bodies made new in each moment
and yet... we are never fully known
surrender to the present, hearts open
the only means of moving forward
hanging suspended in the in between of breath
the gates of eternity open
falling off the cliff of desire with no time for the thought of safe reception
melting is defining
and the staking out of boundaries,
the place of freedom
peace in the rush of power
ecstacy in the stillness of death
1 comment:
I love the fullness of your surrender - your willingness to jump over the cliff, hang suspended in the moment - and trust life!
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