Saturday, December 29th
Another old adage; “if at first you don’t succeed, try try again.
In the space between difficulties; moments of adoration. This day is so beautiful, so beyond beautiful everything in me, every cell it seems, wraps itself around the wonder devouring it; unable to give enough say enough breath enough; an orgasm of the entire being, body and soul; the drive to merge all with the all, to go so far into the wonder of the day that I no longer exist.
As soon as I put words to the experience, I appear again as separate from that that I wish to become. Yet, the need to express is as great as is the need to merge. Individual and relationship locked in their eternal dance; lovely and so different from one another; not better but ‘other’. It is another way of experiencing the Tao, the eternal dance of opposites. Kabir’s “Held by the cords of love, the swing of the Ocean of Joy sways to and fro; and a mighty sound breaks forth in song. Mingle the double currents of love and detachment.”
And in this case; the individual and the all.
