Post by siftingtothetruth on Nov 2, 2018 16:33:51 GMT -5
Yielding, receding like the silky ocean drape pulled gently off the warm and silted shore, yet never to return. Standing suspended in the air off the cliff, and, at the moment of the fall, becoming the air, no, becoming the space of the picture of that freeze-frozen moment.
Letting go, indeed, failing to pick up, failing and failing, not deigning to respond, correspond. Avoiding the choice to clasp the fingers, letting the rich jewels tumble from the palms. Loosening attention as one loosens muscles. Going slack-jawed, limp like the deer in the jaws of a predator.
Vacuous. Zoned out. Distant. Preoccupied. Absent. One isn’t even there to not be there. One tries so that, again and again, the bell is rung by which it’s known that the trier and the trying wasn’t. That door is once again walked through which leads the door itself to fold in on itself and vanish, not merely to have gone but never to have been.
Space. Hummingbirds and crickets. Laughter upon direct examination. Aversion of its face.
Cataclysmic regal haughtiness of collapse. Trust that the fabric holds at all sides, points, angles, times, without fail, without possibility of failure. Unmitigated, unbounded, hangdog trust. With a whistle unclenching, unbending, unassuming, unattempting, unfocusing, dazed, become a musical note, tone, chord, breeze. Never other than that were.
Letting go, indeed, failing to pick up, failing and failing, not deigning to respond, correspond. Avoiding the choice to clasp the fingers, letting the rich jewels tumble from the palms. Loosening attention as one loosens muscles. Going slack-jawed, limp like the deer in the jaws of a predator.
Vacuous. Zoned out. Distant. Preoccupied. Absent. One isn’t even there to not be there. One tries so that, again and again, the bell is rung by which it’s known that the trier and the trying wasn’t. That door is once again walked through which leads the door itself to fold in on itself and vanish, not merely to have gone but never to have been.
Space. Hummingbirds and crickets. Laughter upon direct examination. Aversion of its face.
Cataclysmic regal haughtiness of collapse. Trust that the fabric holds at all sides, points, angles, times, without fail, without possibility of failure. Unmitigated, unbounded, hangdog trust. With a whistle unclenching, unbending, unassuming, unattempting, unfocusing, dazed, become a musical note, tone, chord, breeze. Never other than that were.