Notes to self:
Nothing on the surface matters. Don't let it fool you.
It is all happening underneath, and down there, it is one big party.
Down there, a dance is going on. Nobody sits this one out.
Every move, integral.
Here we are dancing together, and we don't even know it.
Judgement drops away. No mistakes. Always in the right place.
No harsh forces conspiring against us. Everything manifest for our ultimate release.
Living for the first time.
Nothing is exempt. The points of our lives make a circular sweep, and spiral down into deeper understanding. We make our rounds again, hitting the same points, but our perspective is different. Our experience changes, burns through, becomes clearer, and clearer, deepens into the body.
Releasing the old, welcoming the new.
Fear becomes a memory. New poses, standing tall and strong.
Ease of movement.
Ease of union.
Cliches become understood down there. Clues that have been there all along, hidden in the fabric of the ordinary, but scarcely grasped before.
Joyful bubbling up of laughter to the surface.
Everything, a first.
So, it feels as though we are all just deep in the process of bringing something vital back to life.
A love so clear.
It asks nothing. It gives everything. It receives all of it.
Total acceptance of what is.
Nothing is special, because everything is special.