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Joyous and United

SOC Writing _ 20 August 2020

 

 

Joyous and United

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Joyous and United

 

Flight over head says leaving – leaving this state for another – choose wisely and then act surely – surly – the bike rack holds promise of a trail replete with trees and forest path that meanders to the bear lying in the woods. Surprised by your two wheeled exposé – you give a start – huff and puff to leave the spot of sure death. But grip tightly to that which moves you and you get rope burn. Detach and let the ride unfold – pull in your practice to land, ground and weather the storms that gather around you. In this time, more than ever have a routine – wake, swim, shower, coffee, write, breakfast, write up and share – enter the world of the living and be a member of the community who lap up your waters like a thirst quencher. Give that part of you that never runs dry – we all have it – the wellspring unique to our bones, body and temperament – ways of being that gift the world just the right spice, ingredient, or movement that costs us very little – in fact replenishes the well of us so we do not go dank – and stink with the rot of our own flies and excrement. This moving of the waters is a learnt art form – how to give continuously and not run dry, is about where - where in my life is there a well spring that has a cosmic proportion to it – a fragment of a nuclear reactor – a star burst among millions that will forever give of its light and might without requiring a fight, without going into battle for resources or how to hold up against the other. We all have our sweet spot – our game, or zone – genius that takes not matter of conjuring up, but, just is. Where is yours? Mine? Lays just beneath my skin, under a few bones – a sector of my cordoned heart – is perpetually alight to the divine in all things – can map an area with holographic intensity - can be specific to the metrics of another heart and rest into a solid beating - rhythm and stealth – an oppositional attraction where if I rest in it – the remainder takes care of itself, becomes itself even. The I – thou – wonder, marvel, miracle.