Giving Form

I came Here to write.
Consciousness is my partner.
EveryOne’s partner, really, and everything.
Hearts open…hearts are the blank page where words emerge.
Coming into form of their own accord.
A Heartfelt page of Consciousness then - the sweet place of spillage of this heart.
The page calls on the spill, catches it, embraces it and makes it whole.
The essence is in the words themselves, not in the understanding of them.
And, understanding may be included.
Freedom is in the essence shared. Not blocked, flowing itSelf out.
Exposing itSelf. Yes... this has been before – words about the flow of words.

A dancing away Now, pushing away, knowing, in the same moment,
that the motion of the push,
the words becoming lighter,
then, coming back,
refreshed and more whole.
Of cleansing oneSelf into the Ocean of Meditation.
The action of Living depicted, exampled, in moments of a pen dancing with paper.
Who listens to this? Who receives this? Someone, somehow, somewhere, sometime, is receiving this or else the words would simply not appear.
And I can feel it – inside the receiver, what the words entice inside…a dance of the receiver…enticing that One, as itSelf, to Live.
Be it dancing, writing, painting, cleaning, hiking, banking, farming….what is the play?
Touched open, alive.
It itSelf knows itSelf and cannot help but dance along,
entranced by its own energetic Self – Creation dances itSelf out into the open.

Every single One of One, will know themSelves,
in the moment of receiving these words, this dance.
The receiver will know that these words were written, are written, and will be written for That Self. Whoever they are.
Human Self – "One"’s that can receive these words.
The whole purpose of their existence,
the words forming into themselves,
enticed forward to entice the very same,
to invite that Self to whole Selfhood.
Human Selfhood that knows itself in the moment of being the receiver received.
From itSelf, to itSelf.
The movement of this dance strengthening itself.
Crazy? Yes, maybe…Insane. Being in the Sane. Yes.
Not resisting That,
brings it fully around to itself.
Be Crazy.

I have been called a wordsmith, when, to be truthful,
it is the words that form this 'me,'
define the edges -- that there is, in fact, within the illusion, this human.
See!?!? The words could not appear if "I" were not Here!
So the words and I form each other – I see this now.
A partnership of no separation, spilling itself about. Yes.

Canela Michelle