You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense that you arise:
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:
all becomes a festival!
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
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