A false sense of safety fills me as I peek out from the walls of my imaginary box.
For now, I will lay down in the corner of this space and wrap myself up in my warm comfort blanket.
Then, comes the time, that I will step forth out into the infinite unknown.
My breath will be taken for a minute, for my lungs only know expansion through a well defined space.
The familiar will become foreign and all sense of knowing will dissolve.
I will turn inward, then, to search for answers.
My heart will flutter as it scurries to make sense of what is happening.
I will try to crawl back into my box, but it will not fit and the sight of it will make me sick.
The feel of its cramped walls will make me scream as if it is suffocating me.
I will look around at everyone else in their boxes and feelings of envy will wash through me.
Look at how comfortable they are, sleeping so soundly.
Can I crawl in with you for a minute? Can I escape my new sense of uncertainty?
It feels good for a moment to have an escape and I welcome it.
But, as time passes, I recognize this is not my space, and I must leave in search of my own.
I hang on to something inside of me, a voice, a knowing that has always been there.
I hang on to the sound of unbridled childhood laughter.
I hang on to the sound of the ocean and the vantage point at the top of my favorite mountain.
I hang on to the wisdom of the great elephant and of my dream of the rhythmic river.
I hang on.
I hang on to cherish the mystery and to dance with the unknown.
I ask if the great mystery can be my new home.
I step out into widest deepest parts of myself and I take a deep breath.
I just keep breathing.