SOUL TRANSITION

The suffocation of hesitation to transition has gone with respiration delivering me from the land of reasonable explanation.

I no longer need to argue with persuasion to prove anything for this moment reveals enough information already.

Such is the nature of realizing my sufficiency.

The mystery of temporal memory exceeds my ability to analyze the relationship between momentary realities.

I’m realizing the only thing I know with certainty is that I perceive this moment within the span of a breath and then visceral nuance seems to send my body into another state of being as if floating in a waking dream between various states of belonging and yet the summary of connecting previous memories with proceeding imaginings in a paradigm I can define exceeds my ability to rationally reason as it exists beyond any semblance of explanation that I am I inspired to believe with even a shred of confident sentimentality.

I am at the mercy of breathing, what a gracious mystery that convinces me to trust in memory as a forgotten thing and the present moment as a home that has found me and temporarily protects me from the unknown journey unfolding before me.

—from me to we

The comprehensible context of continuity conceived as congruent moments of coherency are a construct of perceptive faculties convincing us that reality continues to reveal its story to us in a temporal narrative that can most readily be understood as unfolding linearly and thus the illusion of self agency determining the course of our journey through absolute decision making continues to delude us with the fantasy that we are in control of authoring our own life’s history.

When even an ounce of realizing that momentary glimpses of disparate encounters sorted along arbitrary lines of rational reasoning explain nothing as to the nature of where we have wound up finding ourselves presently respirating in an instance of existence ripe with meaning that defies defining as congruent with previous experiences we perceive as cast along pasts path.

We of course ignore this incongruence for it is inconvenient to wrestle with the incoherence in our own arrogance whose strict adherence to defiance is an interference to the massive appearance of contradiction that sponsors our demise at the very hands of pride that built the delusion in which we now hide.

We know we know nothing more then the sense we are perspiring in this waking dream.

Why alienate ourselves from this mystery by floating in constructs of our own making that neuter our ability to be swept away by the visceral nuances of reality that are indeed breathtaking and emancipate us from the bondage of conventions that only serve to detain us from the very bodies that can become ever more delightfully intoxicated with the narrative tale unfolding as a story so clearly beyond explaining?

-from we to you

You’re analytical brain that you have trained to strain and complain with the burden of controlled decision making has served only to tame the harm that you find to alarm your own sense of what can reasonably be expected to be accepted by the soul.

Admit that nothing in this story is as expected and the more readily this is accepted the swifter redeemed with memories made clean and conscience cleared of any fear having drawn near to good cheer who wipes your tear and says “there there I am here.”

May you’re laborious contractions between transitions be moments you birth with every breath you breathe to ease the pain you perceive to exist in the mysterious domain between memories.