Do not go to the depths of the hole where the waters are dark and cold. It is in this cave where sharks lurk and movement startles them to attack. Do not go here. It’s here you gasp for air and cannot reach it.
Your snorkel is full of water; your scuba tank has run dry.
Do not go the depths of the woods, where the trail appears to go in every direction; when you follow it, it is gone. Here you are lost, walking deeper into the thick thorny thicket.
Go to where the Great Blue Heron steps stealthily at the pond’s edge; where the fiery flame of the Oriole catches your eye and and the fresh air enlivens the hairs on your skin.
You must only allow yourself to go to this place,
where the golden sun shimmers across the landscape, where the sunflowers bob in the breeze and the stars expose the vastness of your being.
For it is only here that life lives.
Where you breathe deep and freely.
(Written in my mind while laying still in a chamber for 90-minutes for multiple MRI’s.)