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Hi Annie - that's poetic. From it I do get resonance with what Jean is saying. I get an openness that fills in by itself with life and that our intention that tends to be based on old, pre-given knowledge is a mouth blowing air during a gale of wind. You suggest "no inhibition of exuberance", and I think of surrender that you or others may have mentioned, of co-participating in deeper currents, to "potential", to "love", to "God". In a way this does flow from you as you say it with coherence and shimmerings of truth, goodness and beauty.

I appreciate it. At the same time, I am feeling as a secular person amidst mystics and I have reactions and maybe threads of myself that don't go along. "We walk around blind..." I can follow that metaphor and I can easily suspect that, indeed, I am vision impaired. As secular I get the potential and the limited actuality that "We are making it up as we go..." I don't entirely understand, "We walk around blind until experience catches up to what is felt". And that's OK. I don't understand entirely the personal poetry of "we reach out and touch darkness that is colorless and shapeless using our hands we create the textures and the molds that seduces humanity by the artistic display that we can now testify to, for we have now experienced it." but it is a lovely tactile metaphoric image that captures the process for you at this moment and I do get a valid flavor from it.

I remember Jean suggesting that we are "boring God". Interesting idea and perhaps clever poetry. I get the poetry and fascination of that image. I don't really believe. Logically, I don't have much of a sense of what that means or why it would be so any more than anything else included in All and Suchness. Apparently I am inhibited by my indoctrinated logic of language as well as my seeing.

To be even more transparent, I guess that I found it a little too clever and in moments a little canned or stale as well. Maybe in moments she was working a little hard in it also to provide an up-lifting and out-thrusting experience for the audience participants. I don't find what you said to be that way so much, though I interpret that it is written in a thrall state that probably feels wonderful - true, good, and beautiful. As I read this nice response of yours, for which I have appreciation and respect, I wondered how this poetic effusion related to other currents of your life and other everyday states, thoughts, feelings, beliefs, thinking and enacting your days.

I do inhibit enthusiasm, I am vision impaired, and I appear to perceive, understand and live in a fairly circumscribed area and limited repertoire of patterns. At least that which holds together in much semblance of deep integration.

Thank you, Annie. Beautifully said.