Sometimes, most often, thoughts come in crowds. Herds of them. They get our attention but at a distance and they generally disapate if left alone.
Sometimes they get closer and particularized. They move in, get closer. Get our attention.
Closer still into consciousness. Seems there is not much space. They crowd in. But even with the huffing and puffing of persistent thoughts, one can sit still. Like cattle in a field getting closer and closer, eventually those thoughts lose interest. Have less energy. They just remain for a bit, then take off. Only to return. But we know their game.
Then there is your ‘in yer face’ thoughts and emotions. Wow! Wait a moment, this is something I need to sit still with right now. Even so there is always a space. I am not the ‘cow’ it is not me! I’m not my thoughts. As real seeming, and as huge an impact as up close and ‘in your face’ thoughts, life events, tragedy, close to death/or birth events – there is IS space. And then there is……
The Chinook Helicopter of thoughts/events/news which just are THERE, taking one over. They are the back story to everything. Benignly there, yet with constant menace and threat. They hang out in every waking moment. And in dreams as well. Life threatening illnesses are as this, impending death is as this, impending birth is as this. I guess we all have our own versions – and yet…..
There is space.
That’s what one knows
as one who can
in the middle of
a mind full of
This is for Anne right now. See how the bull is really a ‘pussy cat’ all dressed up to look mean and nasty?