Before this evening... I was a motorcycle virgin.
And now...
Well now I am something entirely different. Because this evening I had my first motorcycle ride. And it was perfect. It was exactly what I dared hope it would be- All fluidity and ease in motion. All grace and presence. And holy bananas- I was present beyond all experience of presence. I watched the sun go down from a motorcycle.
I saw the world fly by in a rush of air and goodness and throttle.
But it was not flying at all. It held still for each heartbeat- each breath I took infused with my surroundings.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
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