Watching as breath enters and leaves this living screen of experience I call my body, stillness is everywhere. Understanding connects all forms.
On the altar where I meditate is a Christmas Cactus. This little friend instructs as I observe my breath, showing me all of life in its life. All the moments occurring together silently fill the space of perception with truth’s beauty-filled identity. This being offers the secret and I accept, breathing in, release breathing out.
Tiny, tiny greenish bulges are emerging at the end of some leaves, extending, reaching . . .
Larger and yet tiny dots at the end of other leaves, silently drift away from the leaves, outward, pink . . .
Brighter, pinkish red, larger buds have extended from other leaves pushing into the world from where?
Some buds already are at their most, large purple-pink blooms delicate ruffled trumpets moving imperceptibly as my breath arrives and departs . . .
We are all becoming open . . . blooming into fullness . . . breathing in . . .
Silently, joyfully extending to our maximum, stretching, becoming . . . All these stages of one movement . . . tiny bulges, pink dots, buds, blooms, one breath . . .
Some darkened buds are beginning to close back into themselves, letting go of their place and time on the plant . . . other dry, dark crisp buds have given their bodies, and intention, as birth, growth, and death . . . as breath arriving, being, departing.
Brownish purple blooms which have let go of the plant and been released by the plant lie on the altar . . . evaporating, withering, shrinking, disappearing back into the mystery.
Rising to move into the light of day, silently the plant and human separate, one staying, one going, both in the same life, both love taking form always.
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