There is something profound happening. On the surface nothing has changed, if anything I feel rather stuck. But peculating under the surface is something like an underground stream, flowing with the purest water, never touched, never polluted. From the surface, the only indication that this stream is flowing is the occasional glimpse of a sparkling surface, a momentary clarity. It’s almost like the presence of this stream makes things on the surface seem more solid, more stuck, more of a contrast to what’s flowing beneath. The more solidified things on the surface become, the more they begin to crack, great rifts opening like earthquake cracks; tectonic plates rubbing against each other and buckling as they collide.
Is it really ok to let it go?
Is it really ok to tell the heart she can take over now from the mind? That the mind’s stint is over?
Is it really ok to let it all crumble?
Is it really ok to let it be ok?