The container of my body is the container of presence.

The container of my body is the container of presence.

The container of infinitely small and infinitely large.

I don’t know how to meet this moment except with my body and the awareness that peeks out from the specific localization it provides.

The pressure of my hand, the sensation of the ground under my feet- The details of this experience land me back when my timeline has become eskew- when I am trapped in the past or anxious about the future.

The wide and subtle drama of the periphery gives me the world that needs me and that I need.

The sensation of the breeze on my shoulder and the soft curve of the light on the bedspread.

The smallest sound, electricity through the room, the small scratching of dog nails. The container of my body holds and collects. So. Remember to breath it out.

My attention moves along with each singular second; new, unlived, and tracing the edge of a landscape that exists in totality, including the existence of its own non-existence. 

I needn't worry about the way the shampoo will dry my hair when my head is under the cool spring.  It will be lost in the layers of too much.

So the Details as the doorway to presence.. Emphasize the doorway. The details pass through, the awareness stays steady.

Where does my attention live? At what part does it arrive?

Do I see from my chest or smell from my ears?

Sensations play through the whole being.

Watch the dog organize her body towards the ball not yet thrown.

Then she shakes it off, and focuses on what’s next.

I want this experience of 

HAVING FULLY and 

LETTING GO FULLY 

In each moment to

MAKE SPACE for 

The 

PRESENT to POUR through

Not fixing the life force but being it.

The life force

Dies upon stagnation

Lives upon freedom and 

Blooms in its nourishment

Radiance is infinite