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Jan 29, 2012 02:21

The day was bright and airy. Not a scent of a flower, not a breeze, not even the neighbours making their usual racket. It was a delicious feeling laying there. In the nude. Silently listening and loving the movement of each limb. Easily. Without conscience or remorse. If only the mind were so free! That it might be. That it was becoming thus was blatantly obvious. She had thought for many years that this applied to all, but on closer inspection had realised that many, her friends and family included, chose instead not to make themselves happy. Not that they might all be lying on their beds, smiling in that bemused way. Or doing any of the things that she did in her life. Not at all. What they did was actually insignificant, she had learnt that early on also, it was the intention behind it that mattered and essentially prevailed.
She stood up. Walking to the kitchen became a practise in awareness. She was conscious now how every movement and action was essentially her. It all mattered, it all had meaning, she couldn't move forward until that became apparent. Initially though, it was exactly that awareness that prevented her legs from walking, her eyes from roaming around to find space for them, and indeed, had she not have needed to breathe it may have become unbearable. That standing there, inert and afraid. Not through anything, but it not having occurred sooner. She would come to find that this was to occur in all aspects of her life. she would know and understand before she could express that way.
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