who am i without effort? where do i hold on to, when every step = 0? who do i become? when this is only a collection of nows? where do i attach, when there is no horizontal plane? who am i, when i accept this vertical body? simply transmitting, heaven on earth. past and future, only existing now. effortless existence. as if nothing happened, as if nothing will happen. alertness + effort, not to be confused. within alertness hides a door, to effortless space. where life flows, through spine. like sunlight, informing tree. who stands upright. weaving with the cosmic honey, spreading out into all it is meant to be. i am, without effort.
