To dream this dream, I had to be willing to zipper open my skin, reach in and
pluck out truths that hurt. Some of them had barbs that tore my flesh as I
pulled them free. Others came with a sigh of relief and joy. Some were not sure
they were welcome in the cool, damp air of the moon's silent comfort. Some were
angry, not liking change in movement. Some were quite happy to come so long as
they knew I was working on something worthwhile. Gently I regarded each one
with honor, for even painful truths have merit. Some I set free to become
something else. Some I gently chided and taught a better way. These truths I had
to be stern with, for I needed them still, but wanted them to know they were not
going to get away with old waves any longer. Some I examined for flaws and
found none. These I kissed and placed gently back inside my heart with
reverence and joy. I keep reaching in and finding more that I had not seen in
years. All come forth and I learn that each one brings me closer to the music I
hear when I pause in my labors. Love-dub, love-dub, love-dub. The drumbeat of a life
reborn.
This, like belief but more subtle than belief, more subtle than image, more
subtle than sentences, more subtle than air, earth, fire, water, more subtle than
the gross space between musical notes inside the head, yet not nothing at all.
This is integration. Without splits, especially no splits, like a subtle white
which unifies all colors or uniting of a subtle love without distance, between
points, pattern without differentiation, energy more subtle than ordinary energy,
like a transparent flash, like the glimpse of a glimpsing.
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