today, in the heart of the most merciful
we play: “Let me love me like”
sometimes we find what we need through metaphor, symbol, imagery, sensation, emotion. Sometimes we don’t need to cognize with the organizing mind, and sometimes if we do, the felt sense imagination can be a powerful doorway to more expansive and intimate inter relating and co-creativity.
“let me love me like…,”
let me love me like maps to the underground railroad
on what grandma’s quilting
and we’re leaving tonight…”
you go: “let me love me like…”
what’s the sensation?
how does this effect your direct experience of being loved?
of what’s possible through being loved?
by the self?
ad the all there is?
and a community?
and a set of agreements and systems that tell you they love you quite practically,
and nurture your thorough, holistic well being in the every day?
“Let me love me like…”
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