Last night I was outside gazing at the Perseid meteor shower. The clouds would come, I would close my eyes. I would dive into a few minutes of “me” time. Until I felt the urge to look again. The sky would be blazing with white sparkle.
As I watched the meteors hurl themselves into nothingness, I felt my own longing. To. Just. Jump.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
Written 900 years ago. It feels like yesterday. Each idea of his lands in my heart with a smile, a soothing, a kick in the butt, an “aha!” heard for the hundredth time. Sometimes with a twist of confusion. What was he thinking when he wrote, “into color?”
My respect for this remembering I am doing, persists. I keep leaving the prison of my own small mind, falling into the sky that awaits me. Want to jump?
Photo Credit: Thursday morning Perseid 176 by Rocky Raybell on Flickr