vision through the fog of absent mindedness
It starts with a fog. A sort of blur where you can just begin to see glimpses of light and dark. Those movements become soft silhouettes, shifting in the back of your mind – still just out of reach. It is what happens when we are out of the practice of being present. We see something, but it’s too out of focus to become a concept we can grasp. We are too distracted; we are too overwhelmed. We try harder. Concentrating on the moving figures, trying to imagine what is behind our eyes – imagining what we want it to be. Creativity steps in. We begin to fill in the blanks. Making assumptions from the abstract shapes now taking form. They start to come to life. Figures dancing, wind blowing. We begin to feel that moment, placing ourselves in a realm all but forgotten. The more we seek, the more we see. And the deeper we look, we discover layers and layers within and without. Until, at last the picture starts to become clear. Then, …
day in my dreams 