I am sorry for this prolonged interlude in uploads.
I have been holed up in my office, nostalgic for a child-like state of consciousness,
where the need to control every facet of life did not exist, because I had not yet been conditioned as such,
where the simple fun of play – the uncomplicated wistfulness of running with reckless abandon – was enough to levitate the heart;
where things could be accomplished with the might of a fleeting whim, the moment it entered the mind,
where there was yet things to be discovered, in an unknowable world.
Now, I know too much and doubt often clouds my mind.
What now, when I am so aware of the self, the exterior body – a world of surfaces?
How do I return to that child-like state?
The time of possibility, that escapes the gravity of our time,
that sees no war nor terror,
no trees collapsing – seeping – into dust,
nor existentialist reminders of the fragility of life.
Oh, to enter that space of consciousness again.