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…you might live. You might be touched

by greatness
or depravity
or illness
or kindness.

You might be penetrated fully by life, by the contradictions just in your own soul, in your own home, in your own town, penetrated all the way down to the bone and in and beyond to those places primal and timeless. You might find your skin again, after the fall, past the pound or in the heat of the slightest caress. You might notice that you’re not the be-all-to-end-all wonder you thought you were but you fit. You fit right there right now for now and it’s plenty because it’s alive, it’s real, and you feel. You feel every ounce of beingness your one life is and can be. And that moment is the pinnacle. And yet it’s over right now and beginning again right now. And that. That is eternity. And it’s now. It’s the life you might live if you let go of fear (right after you turn, face it and give it a great big bear hug evaporating every ounce of resistance to life itself).

Be careful. You might rest in the woods under trees while the sun shines down on your recovery from years of alternately charging at life and then retreating, snarling and then wimpering, then re-visioning, then singing.

You might rest there and realize you don’t want to charge at anything anymore unless it’s going to result in complete integration, unity. Absorption. Connection. Love. Be careful, life might make you feel, weep, wail, howl or even growl. Life might have a gift waiting around that bend you’d never dare venture. But only, only if you open the arms wide and accept the shadows with the light…