Inside, there is timelessness. A place where questions have resided since before the answers were conceived. Composed long before I breathed a first breath.
When I first inhaled this foreign substance, I knew its strangeness. Before, the wordlessness was far more comprehensible.
Life can seem so like making solid a thing which should, by nature, remain fluid. As if building a wall around the sky?
Within are secret questions, born before their corresponding inquiries. So it is with the few of us who are here. We are as water turned to stone or mountains that have not yet risen.
When I first inhaled this foreign substance, I knew its strangeness. Before, the wordlessness was far more comprehensible.
Life can seem so like making solid a thing which should, by nature, remain fluid. As if building a wall around the sky?
Within are secret questions, born before their corresponding inquiries. So it is with the few of us who are here. We are as water turned to stone or mountains that have not yet risen.
© Rachelle
February 2011
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