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she who was depressed is nowhere to be found:
looking-without-labeling left only sensation devoid of
owner or sad-sack story
the sensation called “depression” spoke only of
the utter exhaustion of a brain and a body
with the absence of she who was depressed,
(hmmm … make that she who wanted to not be depressed)
it’s crystal clear that the body/brain just wants rest
it just wants story-free peace
it just wants to sink into this womb of gentle healing,
this fountainhead of sweet Grace:
now-and-this-and-here
exactly as-it-is!
~
echoes from emptiness 
Yes! “the utter exhaustion of a brain and body…it’s crystal clear that the body/brain just wants rest…it just wants story-free peace…it just wants to sink into this womb of gentle healing…” – the primordial womb of “Singing Silence” 🙂 She who is not in absence yet, but the Titanic is sinking 🙂 – C
I hope it sinks soon beloved. Stop bailing. Sink.
🙂 ml
Dearest ML…Such a sweet post. Thank you and big, gigantic hugs. Writing to say there’s a leak in here…sinking fast… 🙂
XOXO
-Leslie
Love those gigantic hugs dearest Leslie.
May your leaky boat sink without a trace …
🙂 ml
XOXO
-L.
‘it just wants story-free peace’: cavernous echo for this – you are so lucky to have found the womb – I keep asking myself but I don’t answer, and I don’t get the hint
The ‘attainment’ myth runs on… Mark wants. Mark asks. Mark doesn’t answer. Mark doesn’t get the hint. Mark, dear heart, is the problem.
Luck has nothing to do with this. At some point – for ml it was a point of depression and desperation – the ‘me’-story gives itself up. It whined on – “I want to die!” Something replied – “Please go right ahead!”
Peace is the absence of the whinger-wanter.
Lovingly ~ml