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