HIDING I hide. What am I hiding and what am I hiding from? What is it that is hiding? . In plain sight, I am. Am I not? Hiding, in plain sight? Hiding that I am hiding? Maybe I am not hiding. Maybe I am playing the hiding game. Playing it so well that I forgot I am playing. Hum. Maybe I am. And what if I am not? What if none of it is true? What if all is well as it is? Would I need to hide? What if I decide to try resting in/as what is. Without knowing. As it is. Birds at the feeder. Breath. A sore bottom. Is there a need to know? Do I need to burden myself with a need to know? To know what? And when? Freedom tomorrow? Clarity tomorrow? Happiness tomorrow? I rest as I am. No need to know. All is well. The gentle mysterious hum of the fan
HIDING I hide. What am I hiding and what am I hiding from? What is it that is hiding? . In plain sight, I am. Am I not? Hiding, in plain sight? Hiding that I am hiding? Maybe I am not hiding. Maybe I am playing the hiding game. Playing it so well that I forgot I am playing. Hum. Maybe I am. And what if I am not? What if none of it is true? What if all is well as it is? Would I need to hide? What if I decide to try resting in/as what is. Without knowing. As it is. Birds at the feeder. Breath. A sore bottom. Is there a need to know? Do I need to burden myself with a need to know? To know what? And when? Freedom tomorrow? Clarity tomorrow? Happiness tomorrow? I rest as I am. No need to know. All is well. The gentle mysterious hum of the fan