Suspended
How many times does this dream reoccur.
It seems like all things are stationary.
Still and unmoving.
Suspended!
No direction is clear
No distant point to aim for. It is not there.
Life is not moving, progressing, rewarding.
Or satisfying.
A purpose, a reason, a meaning.
Suspended.
But if that is the case, if all that is true.
Then what is holding me here?
What is keeping me, suspended.
If I feel it is not good, have I really thought and examined what it might be?
And then comes this!
What if its not that I'm suspended! What if it's that I'm supported!
If so what is this invisible thing, the force supporting?
That maybe in fact we are not stationary but moving, progressing slowly just not yet perceived!
Yet yes suspended, but from the mire and the potential of decay.
And so what is now important then is to keep floating, doing and living.
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