I confess that I consider life
to be a thing of the most
untouchable deliciousness . . .
…..Rainer Maria Rilke
finding, keeping, knowing, being……this is the realm of deep inspiration….wondering, wandering….receiving, releasing…..may it all wash away as soft as a beach stone…..
I use the words Her/She/Goddess/Shakti,
to describe something
that has no gender, no form, no limits.
It is your own essence,
the ground of being and how it dances into form,
It is that which catches you midair the moment the grip
on the Me-plan unclutches.
She is within you, she is outside of you.
She is not you, she is no other than you.
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is.