I have no idea where they come from and once I sense them off they go.
These thoughts are mystical, magical, even physical. Often I can feel their touch, hear words being said. Rarely are they about my day, my life, my family, my friends. They’re hardly ever about anything that ever happened to me. They’re intense bits and pieces, disconnected shards of being. Some folks would say they're another reality. Some would call them chemistry. Since I was small I've called them my pre-sleeping dreams.
These days I like to think of them as thoughts escaping from my brain . . . finding their way back into the universe. Maybe my head is too noisy for them, too.
A jailbreak at dawn, we're getting out the thought level, making room for other thoughts in this crowded place. Taking this energy to the universe.
Somehow it all seems possible.
If you catch one of my passing thoughts, don't hold it too long. Send one of yours along with it instead.
−me strauss Letting me be