While my whole life has changed, simultaneously I travel towards an existence so much more familiar than the rest of it was. My perspective looking back now shows a bridge built with my head down, tension so delicate, it is hard to believe that it was me that made it all breathtaking in the air.
I have lined up with something very real, hard to believe, but I canít deny it as it fills me. The thing that is clearest to me is that it doesnít matter what happens now. I know what it is to live and I canít ever be turned from that knowing. I know it can increase. I know I can be surprised.
I open my perfect eyes to all of it, set my hands to making a home for it, train my senses mercilessly to it, to the point of trance and giant stillness where all I can do is pray.
Enormous, chaotic hurricane of joy over a cavern where dragons guard what is truly precious.
I fear physically disappearing into a metaphor, and getting frozen that way.
I am terrible at math, and have only the break in the heavens filled with stars to go by.
"Rocks will open and make a way for the lover."
~Hazrat Inayat Khan
I love Catfish and Charlie.