The Gift of Life
Every cell of your body
is singing in ecstasy.
Be that song.
Feel it.
Every cell.
Perfect harmony.
Always.
Be that song.
Be here now.
[received at 2:20am on 26 December, 2011]
Not metaphor
None of this is metaphor. Your body is over half water. Salt water. You are an ocean. Swimming in that ocean are your living cells, directed by your consciousness in singing your life's divine symphony.
Listen. Feel. YOU are what you seek.
Posted at brighter-world.org/gift.html
Thank you!
We are that which lives and celebrates. We are that which contemplates and praises our creation. We are that which has intentional consciousness to choose what we manifest. Thank you, Bill, for your beautiful wording of the very essence of life. Thank you.
Walk in beauty and in joy.
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Not just a poem
This is not just a poem filled with wishful thinking. It is a lame attempt to put into words my felt experience on awakening in the middle of the night, floating in a pool of physical ecstasy. No wonder we worship. No wonder we rejoice. Despite myriad difficulties. Our entire being IS worship. Not imagined. Real. The very nature of the physical cells that make our bodies.
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