Relax. Pull back, or surge forth — whatever draws me closer to some sense of unity with existence. No need to couch relaxation in terms of strictly physical rest. How can states of being segregate body from spirit? To relax is to find one’s position in this wonderful cosmic puzzle of love we call the Universe.
Often, however, the puzzle doesn’t fit together as we’d like. Internal struggle and tension tend to warp our form, and all attempts to force our shape to fit in its natural position in an unnatural way result in rigid perspectives and destructive insecurity. So in the end there’s a whole bunch of pushing and shoving, each piece determined to prove that it, and only it, holds the key to solving the puzzle, when really there is no answer at all — just unused love.
