http://eecoswitch.com/Catalog Files/cat_elas.htm The Weight of It You’d say they’d ask forgiveness before permission but that’s a lie and you know it. Some scaffolding we built to hold up the world we think we need. She’s all gravity. Possession. He’s all light and the asking of it. Aint that something. To live without the weight of it. No sorry for the space you take. For wanting what you want. For being whatever thing you woke up as in the dust and the morning.
All the world narrows to this singular point, the tilt that says I’m listening, that small shift of forward, as if gravity itself has changed direction.
There is an art to being fully present, to announce without speaking.
Trust, how it leans in with its whole body, open, flank exposed.
I’ve been trying to learn this, the courage of openness, the generosity of showing up exactly as you are, unguarded, tongue out, heart first.
