Something is possible. It starts small, interrupts my routine with a mysterious sensation, just a glimmer. I don’t yet know what it is, but it’s golden and peaceful, waiting to be unlocked – to be savored, given and received. A creation, a connection,… simple appreciation… Wait! Thinking too hard, it may slip away! So I stand and stretch, move and breathe, entering the space between thoughts. I feel a smile come to my face. An opening appeared in time and somehow I was ready to notice.
What will I do with this opening? I feel that I know, but I can’t explain it. So I let the moment take me; receive the communication from my self, or my Self, or whatever mystery brings this space out of time.
Thoughts and words drive away the essence. The experience wants to be expressed but the expression is too loud, too wordy; disturbs the silence, the moment passes.
And then – the feeling after the feeling like ripples in a pond. The promise remains, quiet and close. In the center is balance. Beyond the dark clouds there is rain under the sun.
-- David Gordon
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