We’re moved through life by the formless energy that is who-we-are. It guides us, bringing experience to life moment-by-moment in real time.
We’re lived by the space beyond temporary, fluctuating form, where both everything and nothing exists. That infinite intelligence is pure potential, pregnant-with-everything, and also completely open and void of any thing. It’s the space before concepts, ideas, and identities, before all thoughts and feelings.
We’re lived by the same intelligence that grows flowers, spins planets, and divides cells to create a baby. We have no responsibility when it comes to life living us. Life is not yours to manage, but don’t tell your mind that. Life feels risky and tenuous, like it’s our job to get it right, but only because our mind narrates it that way.
We are lived.
