You, you only, exist. We pass away, till at last, our passing is so immense that you arise: beautiful moment, in all your suddenness, arising in love, or enchanted in the contraction of work.
To you I belong, however time may wear me away. From you to you I go commanded. In between the garland is hanging in chance; but if you take it up and up and up: look: all becomes a festival!
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
to fashion universes out of emptiness
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
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