seated comfortably with legs crossed and sitting bones rooting into the floor, i turn my palms upward and breathe. slowly in, slowly out. slowly in, slowly out. small sparks of vision flash on and off, breezes of feeling come in and go out. the potentials brush across my cheeks and tickle my eyelashes. some dance away and some drift into my upward turned palms. receiving, allowing, accepting. how different for me to think of myself not as a fixed entity with a predestined path, rather a part of a wholly dynamic system where my decisions and actions effect the flow around me, determining what potentials become realities. focusing on keeping my vessel sacred and clean and unobstructed, allowing myself to be lived, allowing the messages to come through...