Photo: Nusa Lembogan, Bali
I woke up this morning feeling the flowing river of soul down into my toes. The last time I experienced this level of expansion at the end of the 30-days of self-love, I could barely drive a car I was so flighty.
Bringing it all into the body. Calm. Cool. Collected, or assimilated. Grounded but not heavy. Clear beyond thinking from every different angle, from tapping into any collective consciousness. Mine and mine alone.
Feeling myself removed from free will, from incessant promotion of projects, from the human need to create, I am relishing the freedom of no other desire than to be.
There is no excitement in my passions. Instead, my passions - more intense, but infinitely steady -They too flow like the river that is my soul.
Deeply satisfied doing nothing. There's nothing to do or say or share in the old ways.
This sensation is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Any energy modification from external stimuli is not only unnecessary but would represent an affront to what is occurring within.