Stream of Consciousness

I found that I was lost the other day and didn't mind at all, you see, for I was climbing off old memories and took a backward look to keep a steady path and then take stock, when suddenly I disappeared, and didn't notice it for half an hour or so. Something like those quantum particles jumped orbit on me, got there without traveling the intervening space; now no more questions, please, for answers too, are missing. I can tell you how to get there, but I cannot tell you where or what to watch for. Nor do I find exclusiveness--in fact no ponderous duality at all.. Dismay is not in sight, nor judgement, nor a shred of pride-- no trace of that pretentious "I" along the living water's edge. If there are words, they enter when I pull away. If muses play upon my consciousness, it is for naught, and I am but the slate to hold some history of the divine . Open the shutters, entertain the light. And when it passes, still there is no end; for this poor crumbling body too is void of everything but joy. ~