i’ve been playing at the edge of perception lately.

the tipping point

before the fall.

looking over the edge knowing, once you take the plunge there’s no guarantee you make it back.

how we cling to self-hood. to ego. to mind. manic over identity and the ways it orients;

grounds us within the world and experience.

the ways we imprison ourselves in ‘safety’;

being held firmly in place by the stories we accept as foundations to knowing.

forgetting that all we ever are is a moment in time. a blink. a breath.

that the indeterminacy, the infinacy of life, of living and dying in the world,

can never be contained within a singular entity; body; self.

how this ruptures fear; judgement; perception; truth

not by way of irresolute chaos; nor nihilistic relief.

but rather, it gathers and spreads in profound patterns of vast and variant degrees of excruciating beauty and suffering.

if we might find a way to perch upon this vantage point of perception,

to experience, if only for a moment, the greater depths to being; life; matter; meaning

—how might we be freed?