Lake Erie
Another body of water.
If I can find a space of stillness and solitude then I begin to notice the incessant chatter, like a noisy restaurant within my mind. I want all the noise to fall silent so that I may sleep in the pure vacuum of my being. My infinite suggestibility both frightens and disturbs me. Still I cannot turn off my inputs without also slowing the gushing love and light manifest through the relationships I form. Being is a state of flow, like the freight train I see rambling along the lake shore, snaking its way along the places we all belong.