my body feels charged like what i imagine a finger in an electric socket feels like. tears just behind my eyes .
shock, surprise, disappointment, anger, sometimes shooting separately sometimes a soup.
i am expanding out, reaching past everything known. just here, just this minute, letting the thoughts, ideas, questions, just run on and on without me highlighting any, without me believing.
let go now, just let go my little one. there is nothing to hold up. there is nothing to control. slip streams all around me begging to be joined. the sirens call compelling, me.
just here right now, this resonance of being
no plans to make, no defenses to engage.
this moment i am ok,
succor is everywhere, the birds calling, the beads of water hanging off the green. succor is here little one. I’ve got your back.
shoulda, woulda, coulda, are singing their endearments.
succor is here little one. right now succor is in paying attention to all of what I’m not noticing when I’m heeding their mellody.
Write on dear Jessse!