My mind dips into a deep pool of the unconscious. I am lucky to have the ability to pull from this eternal well. It’s hard work extracting from an uncharted abyss. My mind can only handle so much. I can hold a limited amount in my memory.
The naked truth passes through my mind, manifesting as thought or feeling, as a fleeting experience. I mustn’t fear. If I can’t recall, it’ll come back around again. If it’s worth remembering, writing or speaking about, it will return to me.
This is the nature of my mind. This is the inner landscape I traverse. Pulling from the universe both beauty and terror with one foot on the earth with the other passing infinitely through a frictionless, soundless vacuum. These two worlds of which I speak are the terrain I live on, I live in, I travel across.
Speak to me, the great silence. Help me return to soil and grass to disperse this magnificent, spacious gift. Let me stand upon both worlds simultaneously, emptying and filling both, from behind a cautious smile.