I sit in front of a screen, with my hands on the key board, and I wait. I feel the light showers falling on me, not of rain, but words, slipping over my skin, they reach my hand, and press my fingers, I see them appearing on the screen. I never know what will appear, I dont know where they come from, who they belong to, but they are not mine, as I am not thinking them. I am just typing them as they appear.
Someday I would like to meet the owner of these words, I feel inseparable , I feel one with that owner, she must be a part of me, the part which is living in the pauses between the moments, a part that is free of time and space, a part that is everywhere at the same time, it is in the past, present and future at once.
I try to feel those pauses, there is a void, stillness, silence, and deep down in that silence there is a heart beat, a life, a breath, I feel the presence someone looking at me.
This world exists in the moment, but there is a door between these moments. Entered thru that door , one is transferred to the other side , Enter the pause thru your mind, but you cant feel the presence thru the mind, for that you must enter thru your heart.
The pause is an empty space for the mind, but the heart knows the presence and knows how to reach it.
Oh now I know, the words are coming from that space ....
AK
Jan 17/2014
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