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Stream of Consciousness and Dancing in Love

“Dance when you’re broken open. Dance if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ~ Rumi
Where is the time for those special moments of transcendence, deep joy, meditation, prayer, and reflection? Why are special things like reading a book hard to fit into our schedule? A stream of consciousness, of thoughts, words, feelings, and reflections...


It's like we need to to fit it in as we are so used to multi-tasking, ear buds, looking at cell phones, browsing, texting, interruptions, watching TV or YouTube, avoiding Facebook spam, and so many thoughts are streaming through our heads like a torrent of cascading feeder creeks into a waterfall of distorted moments of what we think is reality, felt in our minds, seeping into our bones, bleeding from our hearts that may have been shut down momentarily just to survive the challenge of daily life and yet behind all of this, or in between, or in full conscious mindfulness we see the realities of our culture, our programming, our social media jargon, our ways of communicating, the same old same old stories but what about our real story, the life that we have lived, the story that we thought defined and created us as someone else's story so that now we are living it, carrying our past with us, maybe like baggage or maybe like a freight train full of unnecessary memories, experiences, resentments, that we have not let go of....yet....and then we consciously recreate our story, we process, we meditate, we let go, attend a workshop, get therapy, see a guru or a therapist, exercise, talk it out in meetings or to Divine Spirit, or to ourselves in the middle of the night, or in Nature, at least on the surface like an iceberg that may melt at any moment and then reveal the depths of its underside holding us afloat in the deep waters of our soul, which is beyond time and yet contained within it and we stand in the moments of eternity when we start to see clearly as if everything is transparent, reality behind the illusions, and then joy and bliss of the Divine Spirit within revealing to us in or out of meditation the subtle, sublime, sensual, and beautiful moments that we cherish no matter what happens now and forever and our hearts are opened even wider and then we are dancing in love with the Divine Spirit every day.
- David Lawrence Brown

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