Deeper into the never ending spiral.
Feeling pushed to the end.
Scared to let go.
Where will it take me?
I am existing in between one reality and the next.
Constantly it seems.
Constantly in flux.
Constantly between one timeline and the next.
Constantly standing at the access point to the zero point field.
Constantly nowhere and everywhere.
Yet constantly seeking the comfort of knowing,
Of stillness,
Of sameness,
Of movement,
Of newness,
Of surprises.
My paradoxes existing at once.
The paradox of it all existing at once.
Of no true state or structure or solidity.
The wholeness,
The oneness,
So vast,
So multidimensional,
That it seems unable to grasp.
Always outside of one's reach.
Yet in the moment of total final surrender,
You feel it all.
The wholeness,
The oneness,
The vastness,
The multidimensionality within yourself.
That has no true state nor structure or solidity.
Constantly in flux.
Constantly between one timeline and the next.
Constantly standing at the access point to the zero point field.
Constantly nowhere and everywhere.
Allowing and choosing in every moment.
Feeling pushed into an end.
The never ending spiral.
Feeling pushed to the end.
Knowing there is no end.
Scared to let go.
Scared to release control.
Where will it take me?
I don't know.
But still,
I let go.
