Mystery

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The mystery of my longing to come home to the mystery. A loop in my heart, a steadiness in my belly. The sensation of merging deep in the root system of Mama Earth while the buoyancy of my emptiness expands far past the veil.
My hands listen at the front lines of full-bodied intuition. Trust saturates each moment. I wander the corridors of nothingness to find a path in and through. Synching my rhythms with yours as we slow to an infinite pace, where precision is effortless and time, meaningless.

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Lalita Diaz

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