I sit in contemplation that the hidden be revealed. It dwells there behind the recesses of my mind. Truth. I retrieve it as though a memory locked in a box.
The key has always been there in the seeking, in the turning within. To follow inside the going is to arrive at the place of non-arriving. There is nowhere to go when we follow within.
by way of vibration and energy.
We move by way of breath:
This is the essence of Truth. This is the mystery that sweeps in and leaves us profoundly changed.
And when we have contemplated for a while, touched the recesses of our minds, seen the face of truth, and breathed it in, we experience what it means to be Woke.