Returning, returning

Back again to the elements, distractions signalling that one still hasn't really understood.

Sky, earth, movement, beckoning, opening, opening.

The colors are emerging, that intimate highness of summer approaching. Relaxing into the flow.

Multiplicity without naming, one taste, one thing flowing into the next. Tracking changes, tracking movement, staying with the thread.

Bridge

Fire

Gathering energy from the daily rides, increasing speed, endurance and strength.

What happens?

Thin lines between aggression, arrogance, ignorance and the energy of fire. What are those lines? What are the cautions?

Stepping up the pace, rising up, breath deepening, clearing out the body, awareness can narrow into the body or open up. Opening up, global.

Can the fire burn out the agression, burn out the small I, burn out the blocks, burn out the fire?

Slowly probing into this world.

Movement

Blurry days, so layered with thoughts and emotions. Being, oh being; no-identity, just rest and continuous emergence, movement and stillness.


It's not your time or way of confusion
Oooh isn't it nice
When you find your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, Sally, ride
-Lou Reed