high-ly sensitive

Hi,

High,

I am sensitive.

I am high from sensing. High, I am up and I am down. Hi, I am down then I am up. I am everywhere in between and yet no where at all. High I am highly sensitive. Hello, see that vibration over there ? Hello, can you smell that color? Hello did you notice the blue wave of your hand? As it rippled from your skin into the blue ocean ? Did you forget to travel with your legs while you took a trip across the parking lot, forgetting your keys while you were dreaming about infinity? Did the night become day in your head yet your body stands in line at the mundane? Maybe the mundance? The dance of being both ethereal and visceral. Both here and there. a soul meeting a body? Did clouds come over you this morning? And you’re trying to burn off the fog because you love the light but the dark-- it persists.

Until you opened your heart and let it burn off? Even though it hurt. Did it happen so slowly but did it happen like lightening?

Hello are you highly sensitive?

Was it hard to land in your body ? Did you maybe get lost in the crowd, or maybe you wanted to ? Maybe you wanted to be apart of the sea dancing to the beat under the desert sun ? Maybe you wanted to cry ? Alone in the darkest, smallest corner of the earth ? There; being familiar-- like a dark womb. Like infinite potential; like a place you’ve called home but now you stand outside the window estranged. Maybe you’re overwhelmed to think everything is nothing, and nothing is something, and if you want to be something— you have to realize you’re everything? Maybe you’re like me- and you’re split. You’re split down the middle. Somewhere between the sky and the earth, the dark and the light, the soft and the hard, the expansion and the compression? Like a pulse quickening, resonating love making but the climax is constantly scooting just past your finger tips?

And sometimes maybe being split can feel like you’re broken? Maybe instead of finding your balance-- you fell off your rocker. Maybe your marbles spilled all over the floor. Did you fall into the rabbit hole? or deep down into the well? and you kept falling until your senses turned off? And then, there it was— floating just within reach — the moment you stopped thinking.

A moment suspended in time— where you’re falling as fast as you’re slowing-- in the zero point. So still you can’t pout, but you also can’t jump. Nor can you hear your heart. You can’t taste sweetness nor bitterness. There’s no need to sense. There’s no need to decipher or decode nor emulate or project when your heart is the same song as everything in existence?

You wanted to feel belonging. but maybe to feel so apart of the absolute all encompassing everything makes you want to be different. To be the lucky plucked string in the quantum of creations favorite harp.

And the moment you held onto this bliss— Did it leave? Because in the immaterial, there is no matter-- so you cannot possibly hold a thing.

And then you were back. Back from the vision quest that happened in the nano second when you looked out the window until someone said—

Hello—

Hello, are you high?

No. I was only sensing.