it is that place of absolute trust and surrender,

it is flow. it is flow with the current of absolute knowing, its waters seamlessly integrated into action, the dams and obstacles of doubt cleared from the river.

it is flow, it is where the place of absolute knowing is seamlessly integrated into action. doubt and fear are contagions that infect our minds, their sick, black vines that spread and take hold, tightening round each of our limbs, confining, restraining, limiting; then, we cannot swim in that river, no, we sink, we sink.

the mystical is about learning to trust again. the mystical is about taking the anchor off of our ankles; the more we fear, the more we forget how to swim in those mystical waters.

but when you trust, when you trust, you lose yourself and you find yourself. there is a place of perfect knowing, where you slip from your consciousness, it is like you black out and lose all control, and yet what possesses you is truth, like that place of pure potential that you always knew existed in your heart if you could just–get–it–right spills forth. flow. it is flow. 

in these visions, i always see myself as a child. it is the mind of a child that often has not learned to fear. it is the mind of a child that trusts more readily, more easily. the mind of a child that will not question itself; the mind of a child that has not yet built the dam of adulthood to restrict that river of flow.

it is fearless. it is fearless. it is beyond all worldly fear. it is the part of myself that never learned how to fear. it is the part of myself that knows the spirit has nothing to fear; the body’s natural instincts of self-preservation have no say there. there is no self to preserve, there is no mortal flesh capable of decaying. there is a vehicle — the body — inhabited by the mustard seed. the indestructible mustard seed.