Touching What's Real

It's alive. I can feel it, the energy pulsating. To touch upon something that's breathing life and to feel it through the rise and fall of our own breath, is a kind of magic. It's a magic that sees, is seer and seen; touches, is toucher and touched. When we realize the magic that is ever present and that we unceasingly live in, a curtain parts and there are no actors. The breath and the life and the seed of becoming touch us, and teach us what it is to be real.