The price I pay as judgment is passed is infinite. In that act I isolate myself, erecting a barrier to the infinite. A barrier against love. The fall is so great it’s immeasurable. Seeing this clearly, how can I ever hold on to my identifications in contractions? Holding on to how I think things ought to be. The price is too great. Letting go of resistance, I open up to love. Allowing that groundswell to move in my foundation. Bubbling up, initiating movements in my being with the power of existence flowing through. An expression of love in movement. Beauty unfolding as I marvel in gratitude from the best seat in the house. Dancing the dance of lovers.
