How open flood gates of perception
to let the fresh blood cascade in?
How access records hidden deep within,
unlock secret doors on the train of life?
They will not yield unless all loads are left behind.
All baggage ditched, all excess weight
scoring deep ridged imprints in the brain
abandoned; all fear of error or of blame,
all struggle, past angst, dilemma foiled,
shifted down the corridors of past pain.
Ignore all moving images, lights that flash
and signals on the line; all striving,
all sound of outward rumblings and chaotic din.
Enter deep in silence. In the stillness it is there.
The place one calls ‘the zone’ is everywhere,
a space where nothing is that can’t become.
Margaret Gill
© Coptright 2013