Choiceless

choiceless - and distance proceeds

each step

no matter

~

We are without choice or will - we are played through by the divine as its own expression. It certainly seems that we have chosen to run, to push ourselves to the extreme or quit before our time is done. And yet that's just what happened. It was perfect. More so it was perfection. Of course we will argue that this just isn't so. Until a certain point - and then we let go. We get out of our own way and allow- we allow grace to speak and move and play through us. The way it always has. But this time we will be aware of our choiceless participation.

We'll join in the play.

Peace,

Eric