Time is again presenting me the opportunity to hug the reality of death as an ongoing internal housekeeping affair with Life. Now that the innerr critic had transitioned from hiatus to total surrender to Universe, clearing away habits that have played and performed their role in accordance with the Universe and on behalf of the subconscious self, becoming apparent is even more taxing than expected. Still this is the only way through right now. Letting go of the comfortable staleness so as to accommodate freshens of presence is my new allegory to represent the concept of decay.
According to my current schema of the meaning of death, death is: cleaning up so life can continue to renew, regenerate, rebirth itself and to mentor my soul to greater awareness of its immortal wisdom and encourage the body to recognize the integrity of its infinite intelligence to repair, restore and regain its optimal function.
Bravo to mind. Wow! Blowing my own trumpet!
This is so elating that nature is singing and earth is gyrating; soul is enjoying an uninterrupted moment while life enjoy its unhurriedness
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