At our deepest core we are one or the other. Broken and self-destructive or else light and compassionate, hopeful and resilient. What you describe is that crystal spirit that better part of us beyond the noise of our world and beyond our own confused selves. The loving beyond the shut doors, our better selves.
Yes Edmund the older I get the less afraid I am to open to Life
Somehow it seems like I am Life
and who I am is not separate
So there is more of an openness to whatever unfolds
I need copious amounts of silence it is my nourishment it helps me to come to that my true nature
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At our deepest core we are one or the other. Broken and self-destructive or else light and compassionate, hopeful and resilient. What you describe is that crystal spirit that better part of us beyond the noise of our world and beyond our own confused selves. The loving beyond the shut doors, our better selves.
Yes Edmund the older I get the less afraid I am to open to Life Somehow it seems like I am Life and who I am is not separate So there is more of an openness to whatever unfolds I need copious amounts of silence it is my nourishment it helps me to come to that my true nature