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This is where my Heart lies

That place of Beingness

That place of connection

That place of flow

That place of sinking endlessly

It must be felt. It is not something earned

It is discovered

Waiting in giddy anticipation

Available in any action, any chosen form

It is Freedom without thinking about freedom

Feeling without thinking about feeling

Moving without thinking about moving

Wisdom without thinking

Dissolving and reappearing and transforming

It is the art of being human in an infinite amt of ways

Knowable, touchable and untouchable

Always more to uncover and explore

It depends on you

Intimacy…endless intimacy