Recollection

Recollection Hidden memories, a picture or a phrase floats up from the depth of my consciousness, before I can grab a pen they sink back; how much I seek I shall never find, what it was A pre- birth memory before words and meaning was invented glued to the soft membrane of the unborn, trying to articulate the unspoken. Veiled memories must be sensed if I want know anything about a world beyond the world that cannot be understood by logic. I must feel the forgotten, see the beauty of a rose hidden in the woods where only the bravest dare tread.