One

Tired and groggy this morning. Sometimes the physicality (this bag of bones, this mortal coil) of our existence seems to take precedence. How to reconcile the needs of the spirit with the demands of the body? This is our baffling conundrum. We are stuck at the crossroads, trying to accomodate, or find a peaceful co-existence, between the two. Being human means contending with both horns of this dilemma/dichotomy. I think moments of transcendance, are the times where spirit and body are effortlessly one. This "oneness," is not beckoned, but instead, "descends."