Eye of the Storm

Here i am, back with Bach in the library.

For the first time in awhile, my mind is blank. Blank and empty, just filled by the solitary, rising notes of the Cello in the prelude. Perhaps this is the beginning of peace. Perhaps it is oblivion befallen on me. Or perhaps it is the moment that we call the still point where it is neither. I have come to accept that solitude and peace are synonymous, yet we battle within ourselves not to embrace it. What do we fear?

My mind is blank again. I dont see, nor feel, nor move or am moved. I am not a free agent today, i will relinquish the control today. I'll let this boat wash away down the river, and it wouldn't be my fault. After years of being beaten around by the waves, you learn to let go...you let the boat drift, since hanging on or letting go you are still afloat anyway.

My mind is blank...filled with light and blinding. its a test, one of those games of trust. i dont see anything or anyone around me anymore. I have surrendered today.