Pull off the crusted scab of rigid thought and let the blood of your woundedness flow! You there, thinking you know what it is all about, stand down! Step out of your thin-skinned certitude and keep stepping, raw nerve endings blazing with life!
We cannot bring to heel our healing, which is always advancing beyond any certitude of thought. The instant we think we've got it, it's gone, leaving us sitting behind in a kiddie pool of thought and vain imagination.
Giddyup and go! Snap out of that trance dance! Come on, admit it! The shit you know is not the Eternal Shit! Step out here naked and foolish with the rest of creation. Throw off those clothes and stomp them beneath your feet!
We cannot bring to heel our healing, which is always advancing beyond any certitude of thought. The instant we think we've got it, it's gone, leaving us sitting behind in a kiddie pool of thought and vain imagination.
Giddyup and go! Snap out of that trance dance! Come on, admit it! The shit you know is not the Eternal Shit! Step out here naked and foolish with the rest of creation. Throw off those clothes and stomp them beneath your feet!
Beautiful !!!
ReplyDeleteIt's so easy to forget we are doing the trance dance...thanks for the reminder. I'll shift onto the trance-end-dance right now!
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