these things flow through us:
sunlight, bringing warmth, and that aching golden moment at the end of day;
air, sweet breath, in, hold, out, hold, let go, let come;
water, what we're made of, and where we came from, ebb and flow;
nutrients, that which we devour in ritual, and which replenishes us;
blood, pulsing through us, measuring our life in three billion cycles...
these things flow through us:
instincts, what we know without having to think or learn, alchemy in our DNA;
our neurons' electric spark, sending signals in a million mysterious languages we somehow understand;
sensations, what we feel, synaesthetic, invoking spells, and magic;
perceptions, what our awareness prompts in us, how we make sense of what we sense;
information, 18 million bits a second, most of it processed by our bodies, unconsciously...
these things flow through us:
ideas, what we imagine, and re-present, and invent, wondrous made up stuff;
conceptions, what we believe, and make of information, its translation into what our feeble brains can understand;
conversations,
the turning through of thoughts between creatures (and the basis for
the proud illusion that communication has actually occurred);
emotions, our reactions, what all these things that flow through us provoke, viscerally (most importantly, love ):
communion, the connection we feel for all-life-on-Earth, and what we are that expresses that connection.
all these things flow through us, every moment, effortlessly,
yet we keep trying to hold on to them, to possess them, to stop them from moving,
to make them, and ourselves, what we are not.
the tao, the truth of how things are, will always elude us
when we try to understand it here, now, because here, now, is a ubiquitous, perpetual illusion.
there is only and always movement, and we 'are' only here, now, for a time and in a place
so infinitely small it does not exist.
while we 'are' a place through which stuff passes, through which things flow,
that place is itself a figment of reality, a fancy, a chimera.
perhaps we need to practice moving towards the simple, happy presence
that creatures who don't have to unlearn all our terrible human knowledge
know their whole lives -- practice
lightening up,
letting it all
flow
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trust your
instincts 
