I dance. Inside of God. Breath.
I have danced there along the shores of my very own soul. Nothing lured me like the scent of God. Still. Even in mindful sitting did I walk there along the sea of timeless time. Awake. I awaken that I might come to know freedom. Whose eyes can see the way of the path when they look not in the direction of truth? Nothing cleanses us from unrighteousness like the road of authenticity. The beggar knows.
