Who will float like me?
The vastness of it all can seem depressing to those
who won’t reach inside and realize that what’s amazing is
the simple act of being proves the gift.
The gift is the size.
The beauty, the size.
Where is God you ask?
He simply is
He is in the vastness and the smallness.
In a universe where nothing really ever touches anything else, what is love?
Passion?
And what are their archenemies hate and apathy.
I sit at my computer,
tip tapping on my keyboard,
room lit only by the light of my monitor
slowly and imperceptibly getting dimmer with each black letter.
Above me and around me the world of illusion I’ve built for myself
to try and live by the rules set down by those gone before me.
Chief rule,
stop feeling,
and always apologize for it when it shows up.
Not anymore.
I am tired of acting like a dam.
Holding back the passion for perception. I fear only
because I was told to fear. I will only be. Release
the dam and float like a leaf,
dead and decaying, hopeless to
fight and eventually break apart into uncountable
nothing
and
everything.
Who will float like me?
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