NIGHT FALLS

The human brain as filter. At any given moment the exquisite machinery of my central nervous system is sparkling, popping, jiggling… lit up with trillions of electrical potentials triggering on off on off on off. It comes at me through my six senses. Endlessly streaming. How can I possibly approach the infinitesimal avalanche of information & stimuli coming at the clarity I call me? All I see is a thin band of the spectral kaleidoscope. I can make sense of that thin slice. & maybe one or two details in the periphery. Can I expand my perceptions? Open a window… or even a chink in the armour of the filters imposed on my knowing? I commit myself to the quiet while sitting in the dark at the stillness of the source. I suspend myself in the ether. I surrender to the emptiness within…. at the centre. It is almost too much. I cannot stop flying the Starship Enterprise while sitting at the controls on the bridge. Gratitude for the filter mechanism of my central nervous system. This is not all or one. I can modulate… fine tune… expand the band width of the slice of perception I am living in this moment... as my teacher tells me.... back to the breath.... breathe & breathe.... & flow......