imagine, if it were effortless to move every cell of the body in the place it knows how to be all working together without effort, with pleasure the body as a whole each part in unique relationship with gravity all dancing singularly in the divine complete puzzle whole. movement isn't effort or doing it is, intention traveling in directions and a perceiving of how this intention travels and shapes all parts of the whole doing and being, together in harmony.
the choice, to open into infinite possibilities finding silent home in chaos who am i without effort?
identity in effort, a false sense of safety, a false sense of control. trying to know, to hide from the experience of knowing what it could mean to be in this body a collection of the universe experiencing human form in relation to all forces around a dance between infinity unfolding catalyzing balanced between poles held, but free belonging.