Let
the whirlpool of this moment become a stream, and let the stream become a
raging river, and let the river flow into the ocean, and realize that the very
thing you were fighting against was not separate from that vast intelligence we
call Life. It was only an intelligent cry for complete attention. Water
(consciousness) can take any form - whirlpools, lakes, canals, rivers, oceans -
for it is all there is. Resistance is futile, when you are everything.
Nothing
to do, nowhere to go. Now is the only path. The wound contains all the
medicine. This is love beyond the speaking of it.
Jeff Foster