Photo by Gerald Berliner
Amid the shadows they lined the street as I moved along. The senses come alive when the vision is halted, the previously unknown appears. Some describe them as slithering and lurking, when in fact they are simply be-ing, the only way they can. I wonder if they see us the same, slithering and lurking in the ethers they cannot fully join.
The vibration is increasing. Inside the intensity is building, this energy contained is shifting and growing, reaching for the outside of my flesh. Will what I am at the core burst forth into the world as a new form?
Surely I am not alone in this, there are many others who sense it too. No one need teach of it, for it is there, has been all along. All it takes to know it is silent observation, attention given to the subtle energies which play on the skin, moving over and below it’s surface, pounding away on the inside, seeking a path of release.
Release … is it really? Or is it only a transformation into something greater, something free of the boundaries given at birth? Something no longer hindered by the man-made regulations imposed during time?
Time … someone said nothing is wrong, even a stopped clock is right twice a day. But is it? If time is an illusion, perhaps the rightness of this stopped clock is also an illusion, within the illusion that time is real.
Setting aside these thoughts I rise, I stretch and feel the flow of juices up the spine. The heat it creates moves through my body, my mind. And so the day begins.