Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.
Asking no permission for the sensual impulse the spiral force of the universe runs through us freeing our spirits with the creative act without fear of consequences or judgement. A laughing leap into the void with no net, the passion of Now is all consuming, saying Yes! to whatever is on the other side. To never take such a risk is to run the risk of being locked in the bland and humorless self-made prison profuse with the odor of regret and safe same-old. Life is a balancing act teetering over a flaming pit, we might as well be acrobats. We may as well sing and dance our way across.
“If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be too cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
Song from a dream
I’d rather be dancer down the street,
with broken glass and garbage cans
beneath my feet.
I’d rather be a painter or the Devil.
There are so many prisons in this world that have no walls or chains to confine or imprison the ones trapped in them, only words and expectations and lies we tell ourselves to remain in safeties grip.
It may be a time to examine the sensual aspects of your life, the activities and experiences that bring you pleasure and to make sure they are not overwhelming your ability to see the less obvious joys and relationships that feed you in quieter but equally sustaining ways.