= released =

The bright shadow cast by a windblown leaf. Wrestling with all that lies within, the breeze of time curls up thoughts of uncertainty. Deposits them in a heap ready for pouncing. The foot is planted and the leg pushes off from this solid ground. Moves ever faster as it speeds toward uncertainty until finally, breaking through the flashes of doubt, it casts off into the nothingness. Floating ever briefly in a stretched out moment, nothing else matters. Wind whips the body and refreshes the mind with its crispness. Arms swimming in an ocean of emptiness, the jumper careens as though night and day do not exist. As though this moment is the first and the last. There is nothing new under the sun. So he has been here before, at the edge of reality created by the mind’s eye. Hoping his mind’s eye is not shut to the rock of truth set before him. Wishing to land in the warm embracing crunch crushing uncertainty entails. The curled up thoughts no one understands destroyed by this leap of faith. For what can last before the One this faith has been placed in. The dried up husks of once fruitful leaves disintegrate into trifling memory. The life giving water having been drawn out by the constant turning over of thought in the figurative hands of their owner. And so the remains of memory are swept up like so much refuse and placed into a sack. The burdensome bag is carried away and placed in the fire of refinement by the only One who can reduce experience into its life giving matter. And so the jumper moves ahead yet again, walking contentedly along the freshly swept path of his mind. Lead on refiner, lead on.