god isn’t anywhere
but in the looking
when we seek her
self isn’t in the person
but in the relation
that we create
and trust isn’t in the outcome
but in the falling
perpetually
and eternally
towards something
you’re not quite sure is there
there’s gap that i can’t quite fathom that rests somewhere between the eternal and the finite, and the only reason i know it’s there is because i’ve tasted it during restless nights.
it’s something that has no existence without movement, but in itself it is still. when you reach for a glass your arm is still the same arm, floating from one location to another. but in this action you have created a dance in space, this flowing moving shimmering thing that wasn’t there before
what is that
there are big decisions to make and i don’t really know whether i’d call it fate or fear honestly i don’t know the difference between the two because both are beliefs in a future only we can see
there’s a feeling that you can only know in the split second before you dive off a cliff. you’re standing on the edge of the definite. you peer over and face the unknown and in its eyes you form this trust that it will catch you. you learn to trust in the unknown and in this action it becomes the known. and before you know it you’re
falling
and falling
into limbo
through limbo
and after that
where do you go
this space that takes on a shape of it’s own
falling through non-existence but by existing there you transform it
or are transformed by it
i don’t know the difference
you’re walking through a labyrinth where each stone falls the second your toes leave it
and each new step is formed only when you let go of the conviction it will be there
you let go of it and because of this you give it the freedom to be there
if you’re holding onto something it can’t exist anywhere
but when your mind is blank you become the alchemist
and allow every possible realm to exist
guess the only choice is
where do we go
from here
?
your toes have left the stone and you’re falling off the cliff
and it’s this!
this movement is the trust
it’s the arm floating towards the cup
because the only way you can touch the water
is to move eternally towards it
with no expectation you’ll reach it
will neptune catch you in his depths?
how do you explain the inexplicable?
you don’t.
you just fall