How Deeply Can We Live?

It’s not about the length of our lives — it’s about the depth at which we live them.

It’s about the depth to which we allow ourselves be brought in our mind, our body, our spirit, and in our soul — in our psyche, our imagination, in our creativity and in our self-expression.

It’s about how deeply we allow ourselves to fall into the mystery of life. And about how deeply authentic we can be.

It’s about how deep we go with our friendships, our relationships, and our conversations; with our thoughts, our explorations and our creative expression.

It’s about how deeply we let ourselves fall without clinging to false comforts and easy distractions. How deeply we allow ourselves to plunge into the experience of life without needing to copy the way everybody else is doing it.

It’s about how deeply we allow ourselves to walk into the forests of mother nature, and into the forests of our imagination. Into the forests of our mind and of our soul, into the forests of our questions and of our confusions  and into the forests of our tangled expression until we find the right way to share our truth with the world.

It’s about how deep we go in our search for our true self, for the true meaning of our lives, for the true meaning of life. How deep we go in the search for what matters, in our reach for connection with ourselves, with others with nature, with the spirit world and with the question of Being and of God.

It’s about how deeply we allow ourselves to fall into the rhythm of life so that we live attuned to the rhythm of life itself. Or how deeply we allow ourselves to hear the song of life so that we find ourselves singing with life. Or how deeply we allow ourselves to fall into the river of life so that we flow with life. Or how deeply we allow ourselves to fall into the earth like a seed so that we grow among the trees, the bushes, the brambles and the berries.

It’s about how deeply we let ourselves sink, fall and plummet into the experience of life so that we become indistinguishable from life, so that between us and life there is no difference — so that there is nowhere that a line can be drawn that will separate who we are from the life that is living through us.

And when lie on our death bed breathing our last breath we are so deep into the experience of life that we may not even notice when we die.