This human movement, beyond pain and pleasure, is ultimately towards freedom…there isn’t anything else.
Shedding the skin of identification, shedding the skin of form.
This isn’t a personal or independent action, there is no such thing.
One wave, one dance, one motion, lifting the body off the seat to go to the toilet.
It came from eternity…it came from all that’s ever been…it came directly out of nothing, out of that which can only be.
Oh beloved, how you play so…the only true orchestra, endlessly, lovingly plucking its string.