I am permeable. My habitual boundaries of self, the age old boundaries of my heart are softening. I can relax what I thought to be rigid in my nature. Consciousness, love and bliss flows into and through me like water.
Float on grace.
Grace keeps touching me, gently refocusing my attention, waking me up.
My dharana is larger than my mind. I am essential, with no qualities or dualities, seeing my limited consciousness from the outside, watching the play of seeing and moving without moving or being seen.
The bliss gushes up each time.
I want to live entirely in that higher consciousness.
Float on grace.
Grace keeps touching me, gently refocusing my attention, waking me up.
My dharana is larger than my mind. I am essential, with no qualities or dualities, seeing my limited consciousness from the outside, watching the play of seeing and moving without moving or being seen.
The bliss gushes up each time.
I want to live entirely in that higher consciousness.
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