Wednesday, February 16, 2011
2 am note
riding the tantric edge of paradoxically maximum satisfaction by breathing into the accelerating tempo rather than clinging or forcing or controlling, i have no demands and but one request: that my life serve the great working-through that is contact-improv-dancing its way along as we learn to play out all our projections with love and harmonious growth
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