Sometimes, this reality feels so dense.
Like the balance between formed and unformed is off.
Like the material is crowding out the potential.
The material boggs me down, slows my motion, obstructs my vision;
conspires to obliterate my knowing, my connection to the REAL.
Spinning, spinning, faster and faster to shake loose the weight of the material.
To disembody the energy, to welcome back pure being.
Witnessing the material blurr into a primordial mass, lose its meaning.
Feeling gravity dissolve, setting loose its grip on my feet.
Sensing light all round, melting material back into potential.
Feeling again the freedom to breath, to soar, to know...
But not needing any of it.
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