liberation

I am suspended

Over an abyss

Of the great unknown

Hanging on

To a string of thought

Made up of familiarities.

My arms grow weary.

Letting go seems risky,

But holding on is painf-

Wait…

Where am I?

 

 

Moving through the unending forest

Where thoughts grow

I must watch where I step

Or trip and fall

Over the hidden roots

Of thoughts planted

Long before I became aware of the forest.

Yes.

There are other ways to travel.

I could follow the trail of stillness

Until I take flight

To rise above it all.

The roots won’t get me,

But I must now watch out for branches.

Faster than the speed

Of my thoughts and actions,

Is Life’s unmoving gift

Of freedom.

So, do not go anywhere

Sit still and accept it.

I stepped outside the bubble

Of my own creation

And landed in a world

Of countless projections.

Now,

I am wading through worlds

Following the scent of Love’s liberation