What if we were just content? All the time.
What if we believed everything is fine. Worrying makes no difference.
There is a part of us that does live in that experience.
There must be a part of me that does believe this because I "go-on-being". A part of my psyche is holding the totality of what is happening. And not self destructing. That is the alive, creating part.
That is the piece of us that is a piece of the Mother... The universal law of nature that lives and dies.
I can rest in this maternal holding.
The inner witness who watches and heals.
I study this internal self-healing mechanism.
And I talk with others about it.
The ways in which, when we can
step far enough back from our selves, our
Selves heal as fluidly as a skinned knee.
And eventually, we invite the Self to take up more and more space inside because
that is just pure juice, life blood,
And it feels good.
My life is my art and my music. My body is my vehicle. The deeper the sensing, the deeper the meaning.