Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wake up and enter a space that feels more real than anything else.
In my mind’s eye, I see a field of intricate patterns. They continuously shift, and are more detailed than anything I can draw.
From this field, images emerge. Each one seems to be born directly from whatever feeling I carry in that moment.
The images rise, dissolve, and give way to new ones. Three, four, sometimes five pass through before the connection begins to thin.
During these moments, I experience pure connectedness. I sense that I am experiencing reality before it gets shaped into thoughts, words, and separate things.
I’ve noticed that the less I react, the more I simply witness without grasping, the longer the patterns stay. But even then, they are delicate and can only be held lightly in my awareness.
I don’t know why these glimpses come, or what they ultimately mean. I only know that when I’m inside them, I feel awake and at home.
