Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Cracks



A pigeon flapping its wings.
Pale sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Voices of pedestrians on the street.
A car door slams shut.

It is possible to fall out of time.
Between the past and the future
in the present.

Presence of Now.


Cracks in the armour of the mind.

Falling into 
God knows
what.

Not knowing.
And not minding
this.

And yet,
fully present
and alive.

Tickling sensations 
all over
and the sensing of
all of Life,
which does not exclude
anything.

Not even parallel lives
and lives to come
if this might be the case.


Can we conceive of something
when the mind resists?


Songs of creativity, intuition and insight.

Everything is whispering the truth
of the fabric of the universe.

For us to discover.

Calling from beyond the veil.












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