There is a residing... a WAY of residing. It stores in you—the WAY back to “T’here”. And in the residing is a glow of enormity. Whenever I, the human, arrange mind to opening as wide and aware as I know to, then “T'here” could be spelled with an apostrophe after the “t”. It becomes as one, with physicality apparent, yet not all that IS.
AnnamSpirit— sublime and wished, and examined by wish—is not as ap parent. Is my vibrancy the spirit? And if it is, to what end? To what function does this vibrancy manage, and take its rhythm, and way in? T he quest is always present. We limit it by going down as if a few ‘miles' from our Core incentive, to be a seer into the rhythms of appearance—t he small; the ignoble, maybe, at least not as obviously noble. A ppearances of this and that; incarnation, and release of incarnation.
AnnamI pose —as if it's a "what if”— that there is a right now, door-like awareness and rhythm that exchanges out the awareness of what is small, to what is within every tiny atom, as the Way. Y ou can feel the gush of yes rushing into your nerves as you widen and recollect. This is the time and day, and now rhythm and sway of the Way, gathering you up "T'here", to resume here differently.