This melting melds and rises, this rising falls and melts. Ceaselessly, smoothly, this goes on and on. So smooth it is beneath our notice, this notice, this notice here: "I am somebody." This melting and melding, this rising and falling creates an identity and trots it through a world. The ceaseless surge and release becomes a puppet master inseparable from its puppet. The puppet cries and moans, desires and seeks, goes through all the melodrama puppets do. Meanwhile the melding melts and falls to rise and fall again. Ever new, ever changing.
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I have been aware of the rendering process again lately; remembering the importance, as you have said before, of surRendering to the process. For me, This melted and melded well with what you wrote today.
ReplyDeleteSo I embrace this process -- and breathe the love that breathes me through all of this rising and falling. Recognizing not so much rising and falling for now, but rather recognizing what Is.