Waving to the endless - deep in prayer

Looking for a window
I find my space
around me.
Inside me.
Outside me.
Inspiring.
Exspiring.
It `s measure is not the dimension of lenght or depht
No. It `s expression is the quality of body movement
Within and
without the turbulence of thoughts and emotions.
The empty room.
Looking for a door
I enter into the ocean of my breathing.
There ist the wave, the big wave:
Full darkness and highness.
The more I fall the more I ascend.
I ? Who am I ?
I-ness, emptiness.
Hearing the movement I finally can open my eyes.
Floating like the feather of a bird,
flying away
 through the shadows
 of endless, formless bodies.
I feel the contact now.
There is a center of gravitation.
Beneath the feet, beyond of the awareness of space.
At the right.
At the left.
Up.
Down.
Looking for the ground
I find the door.
The neck will be thrown now backwards.
I follow the movement but it almost breaks
my spine.
North.
Death.
Life.
Inspire.
Exspire.
South.
The eyes are now opened.
I  am now able to penetre into the palpitation of my body veins and vessels.
I find my window
outside myself.
In my body.
West.
Desintegration.
The right side.
The body moves by itself.
Breathbody.
I can dance now.
East.
Grounding myself I `m definitly loose  in the endless ocean of  space.
Waving me.
Floating.
Descending to the high.
Ascending to the depht.
The sound is near.
It grows dispersing light.
I feel now the great dark of  light
And the light of the darkness.
There is no difference
Between the space
Outside
Inside
Outsight
Insight.
The formless has a kind of shape.
Evanescent.
Radiating the feeling of warmth.
Life:
Oneness in the two.
Duality in the one.
The big game.
Waving me
I recognize the interspace
as my home.
The dance is coming to the end.
The begiining of a new birth.
I bow now to
The North.
To the West.
To the South.
To the East.
To the mighty Four.
My Lord.
My Father.
My Mother.

Amen
 
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