first there’s feeling what is there
can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored
been doing that most of my life
who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does
so every once in a while I’m quiet sitting or moving with what hurts feels wrong feels right feels good
not to understand just recognize
God in you God in me has never been frozen
shhhh
it doesn’t speak our language
there is nothing to hear nothing to speak nothing to grab on to nothing to perceive
it is
in that which can’t be gotten wordless presence beyond our kind
from the spring of our existence the perfectly melting stream of the Other rushing over bright stones of what we think we are bubbling towards what is
and we are everywhere at once