that is love.
And between these two, my life turns. – Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
October 10, 2018
This meeting of ever new layers of me is so tender. Talking to the ancient wisdom of my bones, inviting the deep sea intelligence of my organs into the dance of consciousness, waking up the snake body that is my spine, turning online the radio tower that is the permeable suit of my skin, tuning into the frequency of the vibration of my cells, melting through layers into the quantum enigma of aliveness. Waking up.Waking up intelligence to re-integrate, to weave it back into the felt sense of wholeness. To turn on curiosity, to dance wildly in the unknown. To enter into the silence. Into the tenderness. Into the emptiness that gives rise to this everything. To trace the vibration right down into the nucleus. To begin again. To unravel. To connect the dots so that everything can talk to everything. To ask all the questions until finally only silence and mystery are left to answer. And as the vibration from what I perceive as the outside ripples through what I perceive as the inside, the seams begin to blur and I begin to merge with all that is yet somehow remain full in my form, my form...this whirlwind of creativity that is but a blip in the timeline of these particles that have been around since the beginning of spacetime. This momentary stroke of a paintbrush I call Rikke, this passing wave within the ocean of consciousness.