I feel like you see things in different colours to me, in multiple dimensions. As if the universe is playing a trick on me. I feel that you see it with a calm knowingness, with clarity, and know that I do not. I’m confused about my desire for this vision, my fear, my feelings of inadequacy and my acknowledgement that I’m still blinded and blocked to possibilities that others seem to have uncovered.
I’m not impatient for it, just curious. I feel my body yielding to invisible forces, relaxing and merging with things I cannot define or understand. The physical sensations, the inner wisdom which pulls me and pushes me in different directions, is stifled by a lack of intellectual wisdom. Without it I cannot articulate this knowing.
We talk around things. Talk about people and situations as if they’re not us. Yet we know they are. We know we’re them. I think we’re just dancing around a subject that has no beginning or end but a very intense in-between and undetermined lifespan.
