#no form

I am the one that has no form;

for as far as your eyes can see, that is me.

You have noticed me briefly from time to time, but usually dismissed me as a trick of the mind.

You sensed me in the noisy murmur of your childhood school assembly hall, before the bell rang to usher in whispery silence.

Then many years on, we met again through hours of manic dancing, and amplified, I shifted something deep inside; you paid attention this time, but lost your way among a multitude of distractions, never forgetting, but always needing to be somewhere else.

In middle age, you glimpsed me in the shadowy outline of a tree at dusk, a mysterious familiarity so fleeting, that you hardly noticed and just moved on.

In old age I seemed closer somehow, though elusive yet, like a vague shadow in peripheral view, where every time you turned your head to see, I was rendered invisible again.

I am here right now, as sure as you;

I am the one that has no form.

Think of one word.

Focus.

Focus…

My mind races. Other thoughts enter, I cannot do-

Forgive yourself.

Try again.

Try again…

Will I ever be Able to do this? I cannot reach-

Transcendence requires patience.

Don’t rush.

Don’t rush…

There’s no way To empty my mind. I must give up.

For today, perhaps.

Come back.

Come back…

This post was inspired by Jade Wong’s World of Words prompt this week, shanta,…