Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
A Group of One
THE ONE AND NO OTHER: WE ARE A GROUP OF ONE (The Otherworldly report)
This pandemic has illuminated a lot… what needs to go, what needs to stay, and what needed to be remembered. We share this brilliant blue ball in an infinite sky. Infinity is as far as the eye can’t see, both inward and outward. If we take the time we have now been given and look deeply inside, we will act accordingly on the outside.
This is not our forever home. We are here temporarily, renting if you will. We cannot own a piece of this planet, we cannot subdivide. We share the space, the land, the air, the breath. EVERYTHING we do affects the other.
When the focus shifts from I and ME to WE, things will change. But “I want to go to the beach!” “I want to go shopping!” “These are MY rights!” When we act out of selfishness, even in the name of freedom, it becomes greedom. We are children throwing tantrums because we aren’t getting what we want.
Beneath the mask we don’t want to wear is yet another mask we need to remove, revealing our commonality. Forget acting like an adult. Act like an antibody. It’s our job now. Respect your elders, protect your elders. No one is expendable. Looking back and wishing for the past is not productive. It wasn’t working. We can no longer plan for the future when we have no idea what it might be.
We’ve been humbled by a virus, by a germ, leaving us with nothing but this moment. All we have is now. Things will never be the same on planet Earth. And thank God for that. This is kindergarten material that we should have learned the first time. We are being given another chance. We cannot follow the leader. We need to be one. So, remember your nursery rhymes and adjust accordingly.
This little piggy went to market (for someone else.) This little piggy stayed home (for someone else.) This little piggy had roast beef This little piggy had none (soon neither may have any, but if you have it, please SHARE..) And this little piggy went WEE, WEE, WEE (WE?) all the way home!
Ashes ashes, we ALL fall down. Using I-sight, we are blind. We need to shift from I to WE. This too shall pass and so will we. In the meantime, speak softly and drop the stick. We are a group of ONE.
We have gone viral. BE the antibody.
Under-Mind
what is this yearning
for something already known…
deeply familiar
what is this attempt
to try to fill emptiness
when it can fill me
seemingly ceaseless
colorful parade of thoughts…
who is witnessing?
it waits for me there
before my very next breath
where it can be felt
everything, nothing
encompassing, including,
with nothing left out
residing beneath
continued activity
call it under-mind
it is so subtle
this cool, weightless blanket of
overwhelming peace
patient, considerate
tucked away in the silence
never intrusive
it isn’t hiding
waiting to be invited
Divinely polite
I reach for it now
pulling it up around me
enveloped by love
LOSING LOCALITY
LOSING LOCALITY…
at the end of the exhale
…through Robyn Justo
“We don’t ‘come into’ this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree…”
Alan Wilson Watts
We arrive, eyes wide with wonder, gazing into the space above us, with only a thin layer of skin appearing to hold us in and separate us from all else that we see.
We are born wondering, begging for the answers about what is surrounding us when we appear here, somewhere in the middle. We are told not to be so curious and not to question but simply accept.
This reality mimics our sleeping state but few notice the striking resemblance. In our dreams we observe what is happening.
There are so many clues for us here and more than anything dreams remind us to question and remember. Science does as well, explaining that matter in any form is simple energy in vibration.
There is a state in which there is no movement similar to the sleeping body as it dreams. Everything arises from there. It’s what we are in essence. There are many words, names, and pronouns that might be used to describe this essence, but words only give rise to limitation and it is impossible to limit the infinite.
We are the particle in this body and the infinite wave of potentiality in the space around us. It has been proven that we are 99% space and yet we are obsessed with matter.
This book will gently focus on that space, the pause between breaths, that familiar emptiness that we all share and sadly learn to fear over time, failingly attempting to fill it throughout our lives.
It is vast. It is infinite. It can never be filled and it wasn’t meant to be.
sometimes it happens
that we think about our life
in a different way
there is a yearning
nothing else will satisfy
like it has before
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experiences
like spokes in my wheel of life
with me as focus
appear at random
from a transient center
deceivingly real
how small this world is…
accepting limitation
of a spark Divine
the infinite sky
in every direction
cannot exclude me
never questioning
I cannot understand this
and I let it go
forgetting I AM…
never being other than
original Self
to try to measure
or attempt to understand
this infinity…
it is a bit like
attempting to butter bread
with a piece of string
it cannot be learned,
understood or shared this way…
this experience
it can’t be contained…
a mere moment shattering
all concepts of life
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“Mother, Father God.
How long have I been dreaming?”
“Not long at all, Child.”
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“But where did I go?
How long have I been away?”
“You never left us.”
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children enter here
not having the memories
of what came before
everything is new…
each and every moment
in awe and delight
they don’t remember…
memories and illusions
travel hand in hand
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when I was little
I wanted to kiss the moon
and hug every cloud
seeing the distance
between the infinite stars
my soul yearned to soar
I remember tears
when no one understood this…
I chose to forget
my eyes had to close
from the pain of believing
that this life is real
and I pretended
that what I knew was not there…
until this moment
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with my first inhale,
my eyes opening on Earth
I start to forget
donning a mantle
and concealing the kingdom
that lies within me
my eyes close to dream
and I leave limitation
expanding again
the door of my heart
opening as I exhale…
ebbing to the Source
always present here…
in the Infinite ocean
that I know so well
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spirits playing games
on Earth, embracing shadows
children…far from home
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chicken or the egg?
I am the egg, fertilized
by the breath of God
I take my first breath
after God’s exhalation
of the dream of me
and then comes that time
when I am inhaled again
taking me back home
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the Artist dreams us…
the Divine colors offered
as they paint our souls
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a beautiful shell…
such fascination until
the pearl emerges
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a continuum…
and we are interjected
on that screen of life
and we are the fruit…
we’re ripening and falling
from the vine of life
immeasurable units of infinity
unimaginably large…
as small as nothing
we have it backwards
collective dyslexia
in this Uniserve
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our stay is brief here
will we spread peace or disdain
to our fellow guests?
the auto immune
body of humanity
attacking itself
our vision is blurred
the ego sees what it is
and not what it’s not
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we spend our lives here
just trying to fill the space
we feel is empty
why are we here now?
is it to accumulate
or to procreate?
it feels trivial
to simply accumulate,
never questioning
when is it enough?
when do we have what we want?
is it what we need?
hungry eyes open
looking for acknowledgment
from those who can’t see
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the Earth is our sandbox…
we can manifest matter
but then what is next?
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in dreams we are free…
in what we call wakefulness
we are trapped inside
a mind awakens
a soul outgrowing its skin
a heart expanding
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I have lived this life
sometimes with one eye open
and tears that fill both
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we simply are here
with life moving through our forms
until it doesn’t
interesting how
we think that we have control
and entitlement
reminders appear…
disease, effects of nature
and yet we persist
we stand defiant…
waving our fists in the air,
angry at ourselves
fighting to stay here
often desiring to be
other than we are
sweet humility
and surrender forgotten
until we recall…
what moves through us all
that Who, that What…we are that…
how can it be named?
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the ebb and the flow…
desires that come and go,
the catch and release
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have you asked yourself
what is the experience
that calls itself ME?
observing oneself
and losing locality…
we are all that IS
imagine one cell
having all of our coding
for all that we are
yet still that one cell
is not our entirety
when standing alone
it identifies…
so important in essence
both part and parcel
the ego thinks “I’m all that.”
the soul knows “I’m all that IS”…
observing itself…
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what is that creature
that struggles with gravity…
forgetting its wings
It has forgotten
that to evolve from that state
it has to cocoon
there is another…
it is called a human being
who does the same thing
yet each can transform,
remembering the process
of going within
emerging again
there is no past resemblance…
life begins anew
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please blindfold me now
to distractions of this world
so I can see you
open my hands now
empty them so that I can
finally hold you
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individuals
we are fractured and splintered
void of true nature
interdependent
not one of us stands alone
or unaffected
and free will offers
a choice to ignore this truth
and remain sleeping
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and we turn our backs,
walking in our own shadows
forgetting the light
cosmic breadcrumbs are
lovingly placed to assist…
to find our way home
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eternal moment
what has humanity done
to make you smaller
blissful, infinite
cut into minutes, hours,
days and months and years
it is no wonder
that humans feel so small here
trapped in illusion
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if only we could
remember how this dream ends…
or when it started
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when we are dreaming
with whose eyes are we seeing
if ours are closed?
when we are dreaming
where and when do we enter
or do we observe?
everything seems real…
all people, places, and things
but we are watching
this is our first clue
that perhaps this existence
is similar here
are we beginning,
perhaps entering midstream,
this circle of life?
were we always there
in various shapes and forms
observing ourselves?
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we are sand paintings
on an eternal canvas
fearing not the wind
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such movement in dreams
no body to hold us back
what perfect freedom
to hold a loved one
who has disappeared from Earth
in our arms again
and I wonder if
this state of being is ours
if we simply ask
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is this life I live
simply a Divine daydream
of my waking mind?
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opening my eyes,
I drown in shallow dream pools
of this existence
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when something inside
just has to find the answer,
the journey begins
why am I here now
when temporal things all pass away
as they always do
the questions arise
but only in the silence
without any words
pretending to sleep
illusion of amnesia
is this all a dream?
closing my eyes now
sleeping mind creates my dreams
and they seem so real
all of the details
and everything around me
is gone when I wake
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sometimes it happens
that we think about our life
in a different way
there is a yearning
nothing else will satisfy
like it has before
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row, row, row your boat
and the clues are everywhere
life is but a dream
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starlight to dawn light
softly awakening me
with warm sun kisses
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velvet rose petals
softly brushed against my cheek
leaving nature’s blush
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when my breath ceases
continuing as a breeze
or a gentle wave
it is infinite
and my will becomes Thy will
breathing me again
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leaving density
floating free, untethered now
ready to go home
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nowhere to go now
nothing to do except be
believe and be love
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when the world is loud
I will demand the silence…
the sound of I AM
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a world without thoughts
delight in the ecstasy
of losing your mind
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hold with open hands
always prepared to release
as nothing is ours…
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my heart flutters now
like very tiny bird wings
ready to take flight
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I want to be a
feather on a falling leaf
landing softly now
together as one
both shed without resistance
drifting from above
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I’m lost without you
Mother Earth, sweetest Gaia
Cuddle me now…please
our Mother loves us
her gentle waves cleansing us
her winds dry our skin
our Mother holds us
her fertile earth giving us
everything we need
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how does one begin
writing about something that
has no beginning?
so much like a dream…
we are suddenly immersed
right in the middle
such is existence
no beginning and no end
then we arrive here
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do you really think
that something as thin as skin
could hold your soul in?
science is proving
that atoms are mostly space
so the question is…
if we’re mostly space,
why not occupy that space
to infinity?
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realizing that
as we lose locality…
we’re a group of one
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if we have a name
we also have an ego
welcome to the world
I really wonder
what our lives would be like here
if we had no names
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what do we look like…
we can see a reflection
in a mirrored glass
who are we really…
we can see our true image
in another’s eyes
when ego shatters
like the glass of the mirror
the image dissolves
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I can only see
my reflection in a mirror
when there is light and in another when there is darkness
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God is disguised as
all humans…and presidents,
enemies, myself
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we are projecting…
the ego sees what it is
outside of itself
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space is infinite,
and our choice makes it finite
creating matter
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hysterical bliss
a mind without thoughts
delight in the ecstasy
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watching the magic
lighting up the world today
the veil has vanished
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what is the question,
what is the antecedent?
nothing came before
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if we remember
that we are all are Who breathes us
everything will change
everything we see
and there is no exception
is the Divine breath
we are reminded…
Kingdom of God is within…
we feel a stirring
we are reminded…
like a whisper in a dream
calling so softly
we are reminded…
God is knocking on the door
but from the inside!!
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recognizing now
all the disguises of God
nothing is left out
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the sound of silence
grows louder as it fills me…
space tickles my ears
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we are empty space…
formlessness that takes a shape
for just a while here
feeling so humbled
remembering what I am
and have always been
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there is no movement
just the sensation of it
here in the stillness
no fear or hatred
just an impression of it
from a restless dream
how can this be real
when there is no permanence
in anything here
the words and concepts
only complicate it all
when it is simple
so self-distracted
we are the avatars here
conceived by the One
fractal extensions
of a dreaming creator
observing itself
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time is dissolving
into the space of pure love
never being real
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peripherally…
notice who is around you…
be considerate
regarding Spirit…
words and preaching aren’t helpful…
be the example
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the day is hiding
but light finds a secret place
and peeks through star eyes
the moonlight streaks in
and illuminates the way
back to my dream home
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eyes closed, breathing in
the wind whispers its response
in sweet reverence
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a lightworker’s path…
a daily purge of ego
into purity
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a mind awakens
a soul outgrowing its skin
a heart expanding
looking all around
seeing mirror images
of what I call me
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we enter midstream
as all life does here on Earth
and leave when it’s time
be like the fall leaf
as it patiently awaits
its blessed release
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heart muscles hurt good
laughter, my sweet anecdote
the best exercise
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when we’ve become bored
with chasing shadows on Earth
we will be called home
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I am what breathes me
the One is duplicating
and life will expand
space is infinite
and choice makes matter finite
it is all free will
no start to it all
we arrive in the middle
thinking “This is ME”
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I want to reside
in the space between these breaths…
end of the exhale
I lived here before
surrounded by blissful peace
before I arrived
nothing to do here
and there are no memories
past, present, future
this place is my home
I am never far from it
when I remember
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time to release now
we can hold with open hands
loosening our grip
what we see and feel
was never meant to be ours
in whatever form
our relationships
and all that we feel for them
are transient here
humans, things, feelings
everything passes away
without a mere trace
ownership here
just observing things that pass…
this catch and release
there is such freedom
embracing impermanence
as form turns to light
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there comes a point when
the flame only burns to be
one with the Divine
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my soul quivering
shifting between dimensions
observing itself
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there was nothing here
the elements combining
create constantly
I am what breathes me,
activates the Universe…
all part and process
when analysis
gives way to pure awareness
we experience
we need the right tools
a net cannot carry sand
the heart hears whispers
beliefs and concepts
are all gently surrendered
to what always was
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we are units of
immeasurability
wearing our disguise
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regarding our birth
our “conception” merely thought…
Divine intention
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Death is not a loss of life, but a loss of density. The space that surrounds us contains the essence of those who have passed from this dimension. It is where we came from before we arrived here, as part of something else, part of our Mother and Father, part of their parents, and our great-grandparents, and so on as the ancestral thread continues backwards into emptiness.
During a recent meditation, I could feel my Mother who had left her body. I could see her smile and she said, “I live here. It’s beautiful.” I cried and the tiny cave that was my heart fell away as it broke wide open and was instantly filled with immeasurable love and compassion. My tears watered that seed that had been lying dormant in my heart, expanding to the many mansions in my Father’s house.
This book was written to start the process of the dissolution of the dream of separateness. Everyone has the free will and choice to consider it or not. The intent was to bring attention to the space that science is proving that we are. We are the particle in this body and also the wave of endless potentiality in the porosity of what we are…the emptiness.
To name this essence, this space, is to limit it. If it must be named, you can choose what you would like to call it, Christ, Buddha, Allah, Krishna, Goddess, All That Is, He, She, It, Source, Life, Love, or God.
I chose to call it God in these writings to make is simple.
No gender, religion, or belief system is implied.
Everything around us, including us, happens in the middle of eternity, appearing out of nowhere, beginning with an idea, a desire, and attracting the elements categorized as the building blocks of matter.
As if in a dream, seemingly random personages and things appear and disappear while we remain still and motionless.
All is conceived.
Jesus was the Divine Idea, the immaculate conception. He had all of the sacred aspects of compassion, mercy, kindness, and forgiveness. We donned a mantle when we arrived, concealing the kingdom of Heaven, that God seed, deep within the center of our being. We have been given the free will to remove that veil and remember the truth at any time.
When we abide in the immensity of our true nature, there is no birth or death or identities or veils of separateness. It includes everything created, dissolved, and yet to be created, both seen and unseen. Every person, every single thing, every galaxy, every grain of sand, and every thought and emotion.
Every whisper, every tear,
all of the memories and the infinite future.
There is space in the heart for it all.
That which is love is seamless and without edges and that which isn’t love is also always included and will be absorbed, melting into the only eventuality.
Without the restrictions of the cage of the human body or the constricts of the mind, we are unconditional love. When one is allowed to feel this even for a moment, it is overwhelming. We become the love that we have been looking for on this planet. Unconditional love breaks open our hearts. Without exception, it only hurts when we hold it in.
Perhaps enlightenment is about shedding what we are not. Maybe ascension isn’t about escaping what is happening or transforming into something else as much as it is about remembering what we truly are, that God seed in each and every one of us that animates us through breath, soul, life, and love.
We meditate to try to empty our minds and yet fill our lives to capacity, missing what we hide from ourselves in plain sight.
God has not been knocking on the door to get in.
We just need to let him out.
If just for a moment, we can take our feet off the hamster wheel of life and our hands off the steering wheel, and occupy that space, we might find that it is perfect, it is peaceful.
It is God…it is us.
The Meditation…
Find a comfortable position and close your eyes if you choose.
As you inhale, imagine two swinging doors or curtains in the center of your chest that gently close with the inbreath.
It might feel unnatural or counterintuitive to close them as you breathe in, but please try it.
As you exhale, allow the doors to open softly and effortlessly and simply observe.
Remaining open at the end of the exhale reminds us to bring ourselves back to that space of expansion of the heart into all that is and to let God OUT.
ETcetera 