As I remove doubt and expectation from my fingertips, I witness what comes forth onto the page. Not seeking a comforting resolution but a continuous revelation that’s life-enhancing, multi-rhythmic, and ever-changing. As Earth spins, cells divide, and neurons fire in concert, I hear the sounds of car engines, the fresh smell of coffee traveling across the coffee house. Balanced on this chair, I notice the trees standing before me, leaves brushing against the wind. And curious minds going about their business.
A spontaneous sweeping of the senses leave me naked for a moment, pulled along with no fixed memory, not even these feelings I call mine. The other day, tears dropped from my eye lids onto the yoga mat while in surrender pose. I laughed with a friend as he said, “the mind doesn’t exist.” I sang about home as I waited for another friend to join for a hike through the woods. The goal is connection. The mindset is fluid and full of surprises. My fingertips satisfied, for now.