The joy in breathing, sitting, walking, feeling…sensing being, a stillness that moves with the air, is that where the center of gravity remains, where the rocket ship of life bursts in all directions, exploding from our shells to those glorious horizons painted in ancient scenes? A single pointed vision of conquering fear through presence, exploring space to be in all todays, a sword with no vibration, no force of might can lift this stone of joy.

A spot light of life coming to life, imagination or realization, it’s only a whirlwind and we’re pebbles in the eye, bringing the means closer to knowing, and the knowing closer to right doing…to-daying.

Re-aligning all eyes that are within the one eye. Breathe.