We all need to melt into green, shedding our hard skins with the dawn. As melting hail, we nourish the earth, tendrils of water flowing deeper and deeper. Becoming water, we become flow. And becoming flow, we are the market.
We are birds in flight . . . soaring, plummeting, gliding. To flow is the goal. Incorporating the rhythms of the market into our bodies, weaving them into our bones, leads to a proprioceptive understanding. Sensations mirror the rhythm of the market, allowing us to vibrate to its pulsations.
To feel and sense rather than think and analyze expands our way of perceiving the market. Moving beyond our limitations of how we view the market, of how we interface with the market, we end up with an expanded view of ourselves. We are more than our mind; we are made of mystery.