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.
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.
stepping into stillness
that only ends can bring
tricking
their end
to reveal space in all moments
still in my observation
of the dance
around and inside
the white abyss
of crystalizing waters
whispers above
leaves become fire
as water leaves their veins
fire flows from the base of me
drop by drop
offering compulsory transition
into mysteries
red is the color of change
liquid fruitions 