Alas,
a touch of resistance,
resonates down to the very core of being.
The withdraw of emotion,
scathing beneath the currents.
Concentrate.
The tumultuous ground beneath,
rumbling with an unwavering sense of knowing.
The doubt that creeps into the minds’ eye,
Watching, waiting.
Will the window be opened?
An overwhelming array of emotion,
floods through the vessels,
with every beat of the drum.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Open the mind,
accepting what is, and what is not.
At once,
the dimensions of time and space expand.
Glancing around,
observing this vast modality which knows no name.
Just as the pupil expands and contracts,
expansion of the universe.
Here,
we are infinite.