The Realm of Indifference

Stunned, as if horrified, by the restlessness of my physicality. Jittering worlds coming in and out of existence, plaguing the mind in becoming wholly present. For that time of this, and now, yet fleeting and eternal in synchrony; this time being a void in my experience. Steps into the obeying sand, scattered rocks and sticks, patches of grass. Flutterings by embodiments of song, filling the air with melody and life. Life draws from observation, but how can I observe when the present, my presence, is just within the realm of dreaming. My body moving through reality but mind venturing another dimension. Moving through thick clear water my vehicle presents itself to the depth and darkness of the sea—feeling, becoming the void. Closing my eyes to wake up, to become conscious again, present. The currents of the sea that take me up and down, as with no purpose; with nature’s sheer emptiness it suggests movement opposed to nothing. Tides, storm, eruption. Scribble, all but turning onto that blank page for they look the same, and ingrain a path to the surface. At least then you have tried to breath.