The topic of today is loss of boundaries. The discussion suites you well. Myself, however, I am forcing my way through. And of course that is exactly why I’m still not there.
Still separated in this conversation by words, by costumes, by skin and the idea of ME. Yet I blow lowly to the jasmine, stick my nose in the bud, rescue a lung-full of cedar all because…
I have boundaries. And the edges between have the most nerve endings.
Give up pleasure for Oneness?
The tragedy of entirety.