Lochbuie coast, Isle of Mull, Scotland

Floating

2/26/09

This malaise feels like clouds

no real substance or traction

thoughts flow through, disappear,

some bring tears, a foggy rain,

and I'm dissipated inside them

up in the sky, looking down,

detached somehow from the physical

able to view long, past years,

see my present moment inertia

while looking for glimpse of future,

vague, obscured by fear, doubts,

wondering how it will play out

am reminded my responsibility

to choose, to begin, again, again,

with every breath and emotion,

trying to land back in this world

after having dreamt unrealistically,

or so it appears in the results,

where now I'm rebuilding trust

of myself, my desires, my passion,

needing to be affirmed, grounded,

in anything that is worthy,

smacks of being real, authentic,

more than Spirit witnessing itself,

as me, floating in All Potential.