If there is a ground,
it is a quantum of vibrating molecules.
Like walking on water during a storm at sea.
No guides in this emotional terrain,
it's new.
I don't know where I'm going or how to get there. Logic has failed; intuition, senseless.
Furies and lies and deceptions blow like crazed winds everywhere. Nothing can be trusted to be what it seems or purports to be. The stories you are told aren't the real ones. Secrets are everywhere. The underside is sleazy, riven with seething. And you wonder how you missed the way through, or if it ever was there. And when the revelations come, and they do, like light through the floods, you don't know how to survive them, and if you do, what direction you should be travelling in now.
Rudderless, without navigation.
How can you find ground when there is no ground?
What is continuous in the discontinuous?
What lasts in impermanence?
What is it in the wavering flame that doesn't go out? Even in the storm I travel though.
Perhaps on a scallop seashell, a Venus in lament.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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