I watch as everything becomes fluid
Things I thought were solid melt away
Formless masses take shape and solidity
The vision is disorienting
As foundations evaporate, where shall I drop anchor?
Should I drop anchor?
Resting in the chaos, a stillness takes shape
What will all this reveal?
Will the dissonance resolve to harmony?
Lines bend, blur, coalesce, dance
Is this actually happening? Am I imagining it?
What is imagined? What is real?
I breathe in the chaos, exchanging information with existence
I breathe out a stillness, harmonizing the dissonance
Evaporation. Sublimation. Condensation. Deposition. Annihilation.
Anchor in the stillness.
I am here.