Endless orbit
This year’s birthday wish:
Desire takes on the hue of wistfulness — Of the land before knowing, before form, before contours and boundaries were created —
A wish to return to pure innocence — Wide-eyed wonder — Knowing things before learning their names — For the mind to go slower — Slower than slow —To retard; be retarded (before the word took on its modern meaning.)
Desire grows steadfast — Quiet and unwavering — To be dumb and simple, to be ordinary — Palpable — Irrepressible — The desire to be a fool, to wander and wonder — To meander like there's no morrow and no memory — To drop everything, to shed, to be of the moment — Fresh and clean — Spring water — Empty of the concept of its source yet sparkling so brilliantly, the source is immediately apparent — Empty of the idea of a destination while being so pregnant with momentum and dynamism. It does not know; it is the knowing that it arrives as it moves — The desire to be so empty, even of the quality of emptiness, robbed of concepts and feelings. To be before time, before space — To not be — Come undone — Let desire be with what is desired — Let desire become the desired.
Desire continues even when the I is gone — Desire outlives — To welcome being — Pure being — Still, the richness is intoxicating — Still anchored.
Desire holds no direction, no pointer — Constant — Moves and cannot be moved — Desire consumes the self while desiring to be consumed — Float — Untether — Suspend in space — Erase itself — Silenced.
Gone.
Endless orbit.
Timeless being.
Did you know desire can reside in the belly?
It was so cool discovering the heart of my belly in each breath it pulsates—
the desire of life itself.
🍯 The Dandelion Notes ~ Writer’s Fund
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Hello & welcome — I am glad you are here. I am Rosslyn Chay, facilitator, healer, poet—each of these, a very human attempt to mend our fractured relationship with our nature and free the truth of who we are from the weight of our history. The Dandelion Notes are field notes on my attempts.