Standing on solid ground, the known, so-called reality, before you the abyss. Hesitating, unsure. F.E.A.R., (Fuck Everything And Run), behind you, in front of you the unseen, unknown, yet to be spoken. This leap, madness or genius, the extension of nowhere, your legs, arcing through space and time, coming from somewhere, spanning through nowhere, you are now here. Right now. Here. In the leap, the faith, you become tangible. Real. Realized. Free falling in the gap, the span of nothing, the leap; causation. Free. Our lives, history, his/her story, our ordered chaos, death. But in the nothing, no thing, the gap, the leap. In that space, between here and now, the space of no thing and all thing existing, in that placement, or lack of placement, is possibility. You have to leave the earth, (the small strip of land allotted to you at birth that you must till, until you die), you have to achieve lift off, become air born, jump, into what is not known, to know something new. In that moment, in the not knowing, the trusting, that becomes opportunity. Take the leap. Fucking jump.
It’s never personal. Except to the one with the big Who Am I, assuming we’re all watching. We’re not. We’re all too busy looking at ourselves, our important, dramatic lives. No one’s looking at you. It’s just the energy. Playing. Energy that moves, vibrates, resonates as it presses, touches the edges of resistance, finds the hiding place in your opinions and shoves up against you, making it uncomfortable. Pushing back, bemoaning your fate, hurts. And it sucks the air out of the room. Try laughter, becoming a channel, allowing, letting the energy, the event, the people, go to learn, grow and evolve outside the experience of your life and in letting go, allow the energy to do what it does best, move. Move on. Release it. Be the gong, struck, a wave of motion, sound, joy, the you inside that, the alignment of creation, that bliss. Transcending. Always, all ways transcending. Then transcend that.
Your body is channel, for energy, to move through, do what energy does. Ego, Who Am I, opinions, judgment, hold vibration, change it, block it, lock it, push, shove, increase uncomfortability, til pop, there’s fire, ignition, perpetrated motion, pain, burn. Living in this cancer culture, this cancer nation, where people are contracting, attracting, like self hatred, or unrealized desire, that grows and because it is stifled, signals, outloud, through the body, this loathing, this denial of self, this belittling, defamation must end, or it will. Release. Feel the ‘letting’, in letting go. Open your hands, open your arms. A prayer, a handful of tears sent to God (good orderly direction) a call to be of service, remember channel, bless this tumor, this reminder that love is the only door, the answer, and in bowing, head below the heart, knowing, knowing that kind of simple belief, faith, heals. The universe is waiting, filled with gifts and all manner of excellence. Unclench the fists, the mind and receive. Letting the energy go where it will, taking you on the adventure, your life, moving, undulating, like fierce grace. Hearts open. Free.