It feels like something very profound is taking place in my life. Something about relationships, about the habitual pattern, addiction to wanting the other to give me something. It's like, as I stand in the kitchen looking into the shelves everything coming into three dimensions. I walk outside to look at the moon, full, powerful, bright moon. The taste of a grapefruit so rich tonight, and, as I sense into my body, stillness, a blessed blessed stillness. Do I grasp for this - maybe on a subtle level, but in my energy field wide wide open, and an alive energy in my belly, aliveness through my body, and a deep fullness of breath coming in and going out, simply, just as it is, the life of my breath, the life of life. Extraordinary, magical, powerful. I give thanks, grateful grateful thanks for this being alive, human alive. Somewhere I notice still I want to be a good boy get it right and yet even so, even that seems to have lost its power. And here I am in this moment with this full Moon, this body, this breath, this my life; being alive.
