Yes the subconscious but deeper, Running down into a vast expanding tunnel of time that disappears and the universe begins, tossed among minuscule and gargantuan planets, specs of dust, winds with eternal memory. We seem to know something about eternity for it lingers in our hope and the timelessness of love. Did it begin a desire, a need, what came before when creation threw us into the fire. We carry what formed our being, not in clay but in freedom from ourselves and freedom from the memory between birth and death.
April 4, 2011 • no comments