We engage with this dance to remember and call upon our ultimate reality. When looking close enough, where we expect to find any hint of an enduring, unchanging self, one simply cannot find it. Some call this  emptiness. And in this emptiness rushes in the world. We are space for the world. Our scales of appearance, our senses of self, are vast and yet the illusion of feeling as if we are separate, isolated selves is the trauma of our times.  We are a part of relationships, families, communities, societies, cultures, landscapes, ecosystems, geographies, land masses, a planet. To be a part of something is to be that thing. 

We didn’t come into but out of this world, like fruit from a tree. 

These are not my thoughts but society’s. This is not my nose, my hair, my soft belly but humanity’s. This is not my fear, my sadness, my delight, but ours. It’s all of ours. These muscles I use to move through each and every day to pick up my cup of coffee, move through this city, smile, weep, hug a friend are not really mine, but ours. All of ours. A sacred paradox. 

May these muscles, these muscles of humanity, these muscles of life, be activated to amplify goodness in this world. Life loving life.