An emptiness that’s full. My face void of emotion yet enriched with life. A quiet mind amongst deafening awareness. Eyes closed but seeing. Body contoured to the world, yet mind non-conforming to the chaos. It is in moments of resolute peace that I am complete yet uninhabited. Bare yet sheltered. Senseless, yet stimulated.
In it’s wake, my existence is afloat with limitless expansion. An acute resolution for opportunities I was blind to. Do we all get these moment of serenity? Is peace imparted by chance or is it as innate as our beating heart? It is new to me. Therefore I suppose we are not all so lucky.
Never have I before been open to its domination. A slave to the feeling of completion. Maybe I was never complete. When you return, I will be ready. Until then, peace out.
Mind to Unbind 