March 9, 2015 life
In most moments,
we live in little locked rooms,
apartments of the mind,
cluttered with memories
and judgements.
Adrift in a pool
of thoughts and fears,
we tread water,
almost drowning.
And then,
sometimes,
the walls split wide,
and we float free,
with no myths
to hold us.
Unbounded
by our own descriptions,
we are nothing,
and everything,
seeing itself.