This pure expression of vibrancy
doesn’t care
if its beauty is recognized
When there’s no idea
how it has to be
There’s just
Aliveness
Pervading
No name,
no notion
that can meet it
It needs no validation
to be,
no reason
no goal
It needs nothing to be everything.
When you feel touched,
there might be a sensation,
like joy
A bittersweet melancholy
An open, vibrating heart.
Pulsation.
Some sensations
you might not like
like grief, anger, sadness.
But for the blood-,
the lifestream
to pass through the heart,
it needs to contract.
There’s no pulse without contraction.
Your ideas about aliveness,
about beauty
might be conditioned,
and in that – exclusive.
However, aliveness is no condition.
It’s a wonder and a mystery
that leaves you
devoid of knowing, of meaning.
There’s no question and no answer
to approach it
It can be as terrific as terrifying.
Aliveness takes you away.
There
Where you never have been
anyway