Hovering in the quiet, calm darkness.
Listening to wavering sounds of silence.
There is no structure. The corners can’t be seen.
Walls, if there are any, blend into the black.
My unconscious mind explores the depths.
I have been haunting this place for quite some time.
I put myself here now and then.
There is a light bulb moment of recognition.
This box is familiar and safe –
like an albatross around my neck.
Cruelly it dawns on me,
how bad I want, and need, to climb out.
Slowly the lid has been lifting,
with soft light and supportive energy beckoning.
When I decide to emerge,
(I might need permission) –
I trust that all will be revealed.