Every cell felt authentic…
Every moment seemed authentic…
Every breath seemed poetically perfect and authentic...
I felt pregnant with authenticity…
Every muscle in the body just seemed to relax more and more…
The flesh of the mind just seemed to pulsate with clarity…
When I looked for movement there was none…
When I looked for an ocean there was nothing…
I would dance at midnight and feel the stars tingling within my soul…
I prayed for aliveness and yet death lived me…
I prayed for death and her aliveness celebrated through me…
The prayers were silent and alive in all of us…
I was kind to her and she worshiped me…
I worshiped her and she was wise to me…
Every movement receded into the silence…
Every teaching taught itself silence…
When the silence was born, I trusted her more…
In her, meditation became love…
In her, I sang my song…
There was but one moment born over and over…
I surrendered to the one moment and burned up in her…
What was kind and what was true became one…
Hari Om Tat Sat