Sitting in the space between the inhale and exhale, the quiet solitude where nobody stays long. Uncomfortable silence where I don’t like to venture. Crossing the line from what is known into the unknown illicits waves of panic. What will I be confronted with? Who will I be confronted with? The sleeping giant awakens, vicious in its egoic grip. Fear fights to hold on to its control.
Sitting underwater in the space between the senses, light from above is absorbed quickly in the dark waters. The light seems a world away sometimes. Separate from me. The clamoring noises in my head explode in rebellion but the longer I sit in this space the thick silence becomes one with me. The clamoring noises in my head fade away, succumbing to its higher power. No more distractions and masquerades from myself here. For in these silent spaces lies truth, revealed slowly.
Sitting in the space between words I meet my formless self. Letting go of who I thought I was. I was the clown who forgot it was just a role, left the make-up on and became the clown. Lines blurred between the real and the unreal. Between what never was and what is. Between that which separates and that which is one. Stripped to the raw to reveal I am. Unlatching the door that was shut so long ago. Embracing. Knowing. Gratitude.