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Center of my being, brought here by turbulent moments that have continued to end in peace. Buoyed up by hope. Held in place by the measure of faith equal to the manifestation of goodness.

World continues to spin out around me, but when I stop to focus on each point of light, it slows down. I am still. I've always been still. I am grounded by a force holding much more dimension to it than gravity. A nurturing force, keeping my heart open and peace feeling real.

Cradling softness, encircling everyone and everything, and I need only sit back and watch in wonder; watching light emerging everywhere, looking more like it is being dusted off, and revealing what has always been streaming through each of us, like giant suns at the center of our beings.

It is life at the same time it gives life. It is love at the same time it gives love. No other choice exists in this place.

So incredibly gentle.

It leads me sink into my being, into silence, and shows me how to move from this place.

Here, pain is transmuted. Compassion reigns, because no story can be supported in such lightness. All falls away as memory. Emboldens me to wrap my arms around another, to move through the illusion of separation in this moment, and then in the next.

There is so much room here. I find this the most amazing aspect of this place. There is room for pain and joy. In fact, the joy rising up from the depths is accessed through that which has been torn open and ravaged by the pain.

There is time enough. Patience. Pausing and waiting and watching and trusting.

It uses the breath. It uses the senses. It uses the body.

Palms open ready to receive what is real, wanting nothing more than to give what already overflows.
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  1. "Palms open ready to receive what is real, wanting nothing more than to give what already overflows."

    ah...yes. So perfectly said.

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  2. You wrote this post on my birthday. How beautiful! Thank you!

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