Sep 19, 2009
Something about space
There is something about space. My perception of my size in space. My spread. What is in me and not. Containing ‘me’. Letting me be in the space I am in. the physical space.
In my room. On the roof – letting feel the boundaries – the walls. It is like a live fluid flowing from me carefully knowing the surroundings like baby squirrels first time out in their mother’s presence.
When this is understood, a major discomfort lets go and all need for controlling myself ceases.
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