Petrified breath

Everything makes sense to me

Everything makes sense

all the pieces are within their place

And i am insulated in understanding

even the inevitable gaps

are tiled over with an understanding that I can not fully understand

I am insulated

I feel insulated

but when my perfectly curated conceptual mosaic is confronted with a portal

to the expansive beyond

my vertiginous ego

grieves at the remembrance of its Ultimate state

suddenly I remember everything

-the ecstasy and the agony-

is immanent and potentially imminent

I also remember hints of the beauty

the nostalgia

the enriching juiciness and vitality

both course strongly through the veins of a humble animal fully awake to it’s aliveness

The greatest intellects do not restrict the breath of life as it flows through them

the conceptual mind is not a barrier but a bridge

but I’m not sure I’m ready to open up yet

its ok

we can allow the continuous flow of time and the warm light of nurturance to thaw us

slowly

slowly

slowly and gently

unfolding back into life