The ocean’s vast expanse in the brilliance of early morning sun
The horizon cut with a razor into deep blue sky and steel blue ocean
Every blade of beach grass and each driftwood log etched into the sand
Each wave-curl sharp as crystal
There is no looking – only presence of the depth in all shapes cut of light
Do you ever feel you are Light being penetrated by Light these days?
Any ever so slight shadow on the screen of life is felt as pain
I am a razor walking on my own edge in this crispness and clarity
Acceptance is the ultimatum
Once answered “Yes!” the new paradigm is instantaneous and spontaneous
Take off your shoes and socks all protection and step onto the razor’s edge
Like the tightrope walker you were born to be
No fear – only love unconditional
Our only choice!