In a house in the desert, there is a window out to the world.

Everyday we press ourselves against it.

Drunkenly smelling the scents carried by the arid air. Exalting in the sights this small vantage gives us.

Shedding our skin on the wall, in a ritual exfoliation that may jettison us to transcendence.

The physical pressing, pressing against itself.

A pressing prayer that might merge us and push us through this physical realm into the beyond.

And yet the wall has remained.

What leap of faith might transport us through our walls and outside ourselves where the spirit moves freely.

What limits the mind, limits the body.

Set the mind free and the body will follow.

The Spirit is already free.

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Photo Credit: Anna Jones