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A moment

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Suddenly emotions welled up inside
Some dried-up rivers found some shores
Some lost soul, some course
I was one with myself
Feelings rose in unison
                                     in a wave of ecstatic force
                                                                               --my cataclysmic karma.

But for this moment
I was hopeless as a ship in a shoreless sea
Adrift in a nameless wind of a nameless world
I could not remember if north was north
                                                               or if east was as close to west as I wished..

Time is silent as a star shooting through space
So I did not hear it glide by my side
while I withered and dithered
in a continual state of denial
To assume that the world was round is wrong of course..

Assumptions are wily customers
They corrode the truth
Then play us into the hands of our egos
make us believe what we want to..

I was tempted, 'tis true
So I dared my luck
Trusting myself too much I dived headlong into thin air
Not caring where I'd land
                                        in the frothy sea or the lonely mountain creek..

When we get ahead of ourselves
We lose the sums earned in times past
I crashlanded into a desert of emptiness
Of monochrome skies and wilful weather
                                                              filled with disgust and sorrow
                                                                                                           refracted, dispersed, and scattered.

Striving to come to terms with myself
I duelled with my own keeper
                                               my guardian
                                                                  --my own mind.

Human nature is volatile
Its imperfectness lies in its possibilities, its variability
It needs regular taps on the shoulder
It is a flighty bird craving to fly into an imaginary world..

I felt my mind go still
A gentle wind started murmuring sweet songs in my ear
A quiet numbness spread outwards
                                                       .. and it was not a desert any more..
                                                                                                    it was a whole new world.
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