When there is an interlude between thoughtsI am at the heart of being
At first it seemed only like a sliver of time
But after a while I swam in the silk
And I let go of the precipice
Of thought forms
I backstroked into the gulf of what is
I am in the maelstrom of existence
My eyes roll back into my head
I feel dizzy as the blood in my eyes
Washes down my face
I am beyond caring
I am conscious
I am out of the daily transactions
Such relief
I look around at all the doing
And my head is spinning in the vortex
And I am not insane
Everything is a priori with a dash
Of cause and effect
As I bleed into the in between
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