Beginning

Waking in a world that is so diminutive
I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is
So I fly for a while
Like an angel with a broken wing
Not knowing if I am going to hit the earth or not
But where have I gone
Nowhere!
I can’t seem to get the altitude I need to leave my world
Like a wall that is endless with no soil for its beginning and no sky to give it a place to end
Then it happens the obstacle is dissolving away evaporating and becoming the world I see
So I continue
My wing becomes better but the pain is still their.
I drift
Or at least it seems to me I have no direction
Then I see in the distance the lighting that walks
But what direction is this
If I can see the back of my head
The back of my mind
Then doesn’t that mean that there is only won direction.
I realize that this is true of all things in all worlds
I let it come to me and me to it
We become the center and in the center is the fixed and in the fixed there is nothing
In The nothing
There is the beginning.
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Posted: Jun 2009

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