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 .
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