Beingness is always beconing to us, courting us, wanting to enfold us into its wings. Inviting us to to bloom as self awakening. Ascending to the highest heights– to the tender young quivering developmental aspects of our being, it is there for our pruning, and it is descending into the roots, to help us with our attachments, so that we may know the secrets of our hearts, and in that knowledge become an emanation of life’s great heart.
