I thought I had to return home to integrate
write in my journal
reflect
harvest nuggets of wisdom
I returned to fullness
and so did none of these
I still feel the spaciousness of the phoenix
living with me
in my busy days
I continued my dance
but slowly, for there was a tiredness in my bones
perhaps that was the integration….
(the slowing down to let it all digest, without words or thought)
Yesterday the real meaning of living integration showed itself
As I danced the phoenix again
ah the beauty and the joy of it
a tool, a method, a dance
to work with stories
that no longer serve
That is integration
the continuity of practice
mind needs not be too anxious in getting it all right
body knows, soul knows
and then mind can serve the clarity that can arise from that
powerful combination
The practice, the practice, the practice
All else flows from there
Dancing Universe 