The center point. I must find the center point, beyond inside me, beyond my thoughts, beyond the rationale of my mind. It flows through me like the drop of a roller coaster on an old rickety wooden trestle. Taking my breath away, lifting my heart into my throat, dropping my stomach into oblivion, it draws me in.
Yearning, aching, like a hollow tube running through my center it connects me to something I cannot quite remember, a place, a feeling, a being beyond the veil that flows over me like the ocean at high tide, or the sun when it emerges from behind a cloud.
The ocean drips from my eyes and the light burns holes in me so that the scent of evergreens can invade my senses.
I am one with everything. I am more than one, I am an explosion of love, a blinding blast of feeling that makes my heart burn with need and if I don't connect to that place where the love energy flows outward, I will be immolated by this oneness.
I am cocooned by this nothingness, this aching, this place beyond beyond.
Come. Join me, because there are no words for this place. Walk into me and feel this oneness. Breathe for me and let me be your heart. Fall into this place with me and we will rise together, into the mist, the warmth, the void that fills everything.
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