Feeling. In. Bliss. As I wash the baby poo from her high chair cover.
It's the not the act. It's the alignment.
In that moment. I was (still am), in the centre of the all that is (for me).
We are the key. We have our own unique center. Of the great all.
As all that is breaths. And infinite movement happens. We have the eternal oppportunity to remain in our center, which simultaneously is the center of all things.
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We may experience different views of the harmony.
And. There is a version. A view. Where we are the witness to the great perfection.
It is not that our unique center's are some how competiting. It is that our centers are the harmony. The eternal unity.
What is our experience of the fragmented center/harmony?
It's an illusion. A distorted vision.
The experience of the great unity is that of silent witness and the same time ultimate participation.