When I get stuck in this body world, I’m out of sorts.  Nothing seems to work, my body is getting old and tired of this gravity game.  The flesh sags, the feet twist, the bones get tired.

If I am imprisoned in my feelings, I’m like a fly in the middle of the room locked behind some invisible fencing. I pace back and forth in the fog. 

My mind will hold me captive for days, weeks, a lifetime, telling me stories about the murky past and the hysterical myths of the future.  Vultures swarm and lions roar behind dark shadows of what should have been and with might be that make me freeze in fear.

But when I dive into Your Love, I am weightless, thoughtless, heartless–without any hurt of earthly timely calculated feelings.  I am free to swim without effort in the compassionate and endless waters of good and plenty, here and now, breath and stillness, ease and comfort.