Looking for momentum, the sense of a racing engine, energy not from the outside but from within, a surging surge, a tide that crests again and again. A spark inside, small, flickering, but just waiting to be fanned - through action...action creates action and the desire for more action. Small steps, larger strides, even to run...
Interesting, that I can think of "myself" carried along by momentum as if that momentum exists somewhere outside me, like a river I can float on, when momentum can only be inside me, part of me. O, the difficulties of articulating consciousness, of describing the 10,000 layers, the million aspects - and how it all can be felt simultaneously...my infinite self...
This a fragment, written mostly to feel the joy of the keys, laying down font, letting it all swirl...how grateful I am for words...
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