Beyond the lines
In realms well known my mind traveled for so very long, following its footprints
always leading into the comfort zone. And every novelty came to pass as a variation on the same theme. Every mask, every costume ever worn, although different, proved to fit what came to pass as the same role. And I was playing my part, unaware of the drama going on...not knowing I was the author of it all.
Until the moment I witness myself listening to my own broken record.
And I laughed, for what I thought was "life" proved to be a story I wrote about what I thought was real.
Then for the first time...the ability to see beyond the lines.
The experience of the blank page and the nothingness. The infinity of the source as me...
Me...this forever field of all possibilities.