Floating..

All the words roil and I'm floating. They come off the pages and swirl around behind my eyes. I process them and am grateful. I am grateful for the contrast that leads me to understanding that hiding is my default position. Hiding and seeking at the same time, in observations of nuance. Conflict is refining. And I am breathing and agitated and glad for it. I could sit here and sit here and write and write and be and think and feel for days...Connected to hope and love and truth and feeling and needing and thinking and seeing and wanting and giving....Processing multiple leveles of interrelating in preparation for what comes next. What comes next? Eager anticipation for the unknown, ready to delve more deeply into depths unplummed, challenged for change and growth and more experience...to love and be loved, valuing the reality over conceptual imagery for the illusion that it all is....Capturing the undefineable essence of connection that hydrates a parched soul, nurturing it tenderly as a new growth sprouted from inexplicable decimation and regret...Regret shuffled enigmatically, adroitly, into some other shape for closer examination. Why throw the old away? Why not mingle it with other flavors of sense and sensibility? Why not reach a little more deeply to the caverns within, plumb their depths fearlessly to define something heretofor undefineable to blined eyes of understanding? And it doesn't have to make sense to you as long as it makes sense to me, letting it ripple from underwater streams flowing toward the sea...rich in brine and mineral, textured beyond comprehension...reaching outward to the soul of the soul that belongs to knowing...the larger part of a non-physical self that is more real than the part stuffed into flesh and bones...Energy Connection. Pure. Real. Simple. Complex. Felt.