When I write … especially here… I am trying to see how to speak about something I have noticed. So, to start out with, I am trapped. Why? Because I have already decided what is ‘important’. I have an agenda. I have committed. So, for example, right now, I want to speak about the place in ourselves that is breathing and alive »before we have ideas — before we collapse it into intention.

Every morning I experience this in a physical context. So I am able to get immediate feedback, physically, about whether or not I am aware, in my body, actively present, or… I have an intention.

It is in the »before of language… the »before of forming an intention… the before of movement… in ourselves, »prior to forming anything at all… there is an almost alien library… of »forms of silence. Though new to me, I expect this library is more astonishing than all of ideas. All of language. All of thought.

Because it is uncollapsed.

Inward is a direction that leads to all minds. All beings. All intelligences… if we can recover… our ‘wings’ there. Ironically, these were the wings we were trained to use…

To eliminate them forever from our common experience.

Please understand me when I say: these wings are made for seeing-travel (under-standing-co-learning). It is hard to imagine a greater tragedy than that which we commonly undergo. How ironic that the very features of our inner being that are born for distant skies… become the weapon that deprives us of them.

It need not be thus.

Ever again.

But if we are to regain our wings… it is best that we do so together. Not with knowledge or even instruction…

… but with re-membering. With love. With original curiosity. With creativity.

With joy recovered from the cages we would otherwise come to believe to be…

… our ‘protections’.