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It's about the Ride


 The destination, truly,

is all but meaningless.

It can be a HUGE distraction

that shoots us out of our bodies

as we desperately try 

to already BE in the future 

while regretting ourselves 

in the moment,

(not to mention the past).


We lose this magnificent moment;

the only moment

where our power is.


And the thing that causes illness

the thing that causes self-doubt

the thing that causes pain and suffering

is resisting ourselves,

our own experiencing,

in this moment.


Resisting this magnificent Being

that we are. Right now. 

Say “Yes” to that. Say 'Yes" to self,

to movement, to sensation

to breath, to being. 

Feel and be with what is,

here, in this moment. 


That's IT! 

There is no more!


Of course, there’s more.

There’s always more!

But we don’t have to 

NOT enjoy ourselves NOW

because there will be MORE to us,

more OF us, 

in the future. 


Denying ourselves aliveness, 

pleasure and satisfaction now, 

because we’ll be something 

more in the future. 

is a travesty.

a distraction--

a TRAP! 


A trap that keeps us 

in perpetual dissatisfaction.

We get squeezed down into it. 

We shrink ourselves  

into powerless, helpless,

lost and lonely souls. 


TRUTH:

We are as magnificent 

as every tree, every flower, 

every mountain every river,

every lion, every ant!


Just dance a little, 

and you'll know that.


    ❤️


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