Whirling Dervishes of My Heart
Time marches slowly onward. Time speeds up, slows down, speeds up... again. I've come to this point in my life. I was picked up one day, flung around, like being stuck in a hurricane, going to & fro; round & round in a circle. Ever circling downward. Like some sort of Kamikaze pilot spiraling out of control, yet all the while, in control. Instead of slamming into the ground, however, I was shoved forward, crammed into this tiny hole. I was suffocating there for awhile. A long while indeed. "Just let go. Let it go." I realized I was carrying so many unwanted things; I dropped them, as bid and no more suffocation, no more being stuck; waiting; no more dying in that hole. No, now I am dead. I am in a tunnel of mortar and damp. Feeling around for the exit. The tunnel behind me is riddled with the shackles I have taken off. Shed. I am free of all of that. Every now and then there are signa...