There is a kind of thinking which keeps life separate from herself,
a thinking that is dead, that enslaves you.
You know exactly what I mean.
That ordinary innocuous little trance that your thought spins around the current circumstance.
like a ritual for dead life that keeps you circling around and around yourself in endless disconnection…
That is not what you want!
Turn away from it!
Don’t believe its empty promise of resolution.
Through the hidden doorway just behind all this thinking.
Enter into that feeling, descend along your sensation, penetrate your tension, your discomfort, open your body to itself!
Feel, taste, smell, see, touch, hear, the strands and whispers and the textures of her intelligence. Let her caress you till you die!
Taste your life now!
You will drink from her source and bathe in her and comb your hair with her fingers of darkness
and thought will come forth again from this invisible love making, and shape a dance, a poem a shout, full of her vibrant silence.
And words will arise, dripping her light
And you will cup them in your hands and give them to your thirsting friends all around…
The meaning of death and dying in a death-phobic culture and more on Sounds of SAND Episode 2
"Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all...”
a masterpiece album from Pulitzer Prize winning musician dealing with intergenerational trauma
A duet of cello and birdsong
SAND guest speaker with a taste of Sufi Whirling
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