Let go

Sometimes life points the fucking flash right in your face and fires it without warning. But when the purple dimples and traces fade from your vision and sight is recovered, the world isn’t at all what it used to be. Well it is, but you see it upside down, inside out, metatranscribed onto a swirling wall, inprinted with esoteric symbols, unreadable but screaming meaning and emotion in your face. And that’s when the torrent starts. Somewhere from the backwaters of your mind, it trickles it’s way from your subconcious, like tickling drops, moving their way forward in constant and rhythmic motion, slowly, barely noticeable gaining mass for each drop you let through. You don’t want to stop it. There is no way you can. As the frequency rises, the drops start interconnecting, becoming an unbroken line connecting you with an essence you didn’t even know you had forgotten, and much less carried with you every time-quantum of your life, from the very moment you was conceived in your mothers womb, to the place you stand today. As you allow the stream to move freely within you, the boundaries break, and pressure is released. The trickle becomes a river, washing over your existence. You move deeper, because you have to, because you need to see the other side, because this is what you were always meant to be doing. There’s only letting go now. This is it.