I felt in you, inside me perhaps now I look again
A black hole.
It matters little where it was located, it was there.
There is something you should know about this place but I hardly know where to begin.
There is something in there that I feel compelled to see
To touch, to taste, to experience.
I think it is the unknowable.
The place into which we must leap, trustingly
With our life in our hands,
abandoned to the fate that awaits us.
As I said.
And I said to you that I wanted this and that.
But did I really know what I was wanting?
Beyond the surface patina of how things look, how things appear to our mind?
Did I really look beyond that?
For once, I did not.
I did not enter that black hole
For I was sore afraid.
And so should we all be.
But never be afraid of that fear.
For without that instinct, we are done for.
Without that fear, our integrity does not last.
Without that primal relevance, we are ourselves, irrelevant.
How can we become relevant to the world, and to ourselves, without the burgeoning sense of self-importance?
By letting go;
Every moment, a small surrender.
Every moment, a peaceful intention and determination.
Every moment, finding love, where once there was emptiness.
And of emptiness?
Who can say?
Therein lies the essence of the ‘black hole’.
I told you.
It’s deep alright!
It’s all up for grabs.
Dorchester May 2nd 2017
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