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I had a pain with doing before. With time. https://t.co/xEYWSsZVRC

It came from a background in computer science and math, where if you knew the answer . . . it happened immediately. And forever. It was land of no Doing. Things just existed abstractly, across time, at once. There was no time there. https://t.co/XFDzFx3DqT

It’s that same eroticism found in taking joy from activities. Imperceptily longer, maybe shorter. Here and there. They are done in a way they are enjoyed. Enjoyment comes from paying attention. https://t.co/ftfXWqKrNQ

When we are hurried, we can neither trace our lover’s lines accordingly, or take joy. Because we don’t have the space for those imperceptible moments of joy and attention. We are hurried. https://t.co/0aOoMNYZ0y

I seem to keep reinventing eroticised meditations. I’m sorry,, bud. I don’t make the rules. https://t.co/1sDZ9knNLL

What’s funny is the original activity that prompted this thread was showering 🛁 It can be such a fun activity, yet that too, I could feel behind, and impatient already of. Absent before I’ve even begun. A scared child; told he will suffer if not all is done.

After feeling into spaciousness mode, I just felt such joy and presence. Presence, like “here,” “in” my life. Sucked into being as is. All just is as it is. Receding into non-existence. Doing and non-doing. Experiencing.

Sometimes all I can manage is macheting the space(iosness) around me, and not too much further than that. There is a lot to do, but the present moment can have spaciousness around it. https://t.co/GuORWEZInb
