4th day of meditation – let’s see how I do.
12pm on the dot of 27th day.
What more do I see, a day of grey clouds with the coming and goings of soft drizzle?
Remembering to see all we need to, with our eyes closed. Feeling for what is, not searching or wandering of what will be. To be here, listening, responding, accepting. The softness meeting the hard. The yin and the yang. Starving. Hungry. Rapturous appetite. Reaching and grasping. Relaxing. Slowing down. Finding the rhythm of the dance, pace slows. Tenderness ensues. Pace quickens, wanting peak, not ready to mount just yet. Go as slow as you can. Hold back, just a little. Let the body feel and let go. Natural rhythm of this dance. Moving. Appreciating. This moment, the magic of connecting and baring it all for no one to see.
Another prime. 27. The age of immortality. I choose mortality.
The love letter goes to softness of life.
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