on writer's block

an exploration of consciousness

I haven’t written anything here in a while.

the story I have about it is that I haven’t known what to say.

I wonder to what extent that’s actually true. I wonder to what extent I’m just getting in my own way.

I wonder what that means & looks like.
I wonder how I know what’s true or not true.
I wonder what happens to me as the notion of a[ny] singular or Most True truth dissolves.

I wonder who I will become.

peaceful garden

it’s very peaceful where I am.

very peaceful, very still & very luscious.

I feel almost… cocooned.

protected, embraced, held.
swaddled in the arms of the Universe.

like a baby. like a child.

it feels sweet & tender.
it feels like home too.

I think I’m living differently now.

in fact, I know I’m living differently now.

I have so much real-world evidence of it.

it feels too precious—too sacred—to talk about, and it’s here.