Becoming

I'm softening, letting go. Now I'm something drifting, buoyant, almost weightless, almost liquid, floating and warm. At first it's disconcerting, but then I let my mind relax too. My friend is disturbed, asks me not to go. I try to explain that it's alright, I'm not really going anywhere, just changing, that it's a good thing that's happening. He softens a little too but then resists, stays solid.

 

thunderclouds

piling 

white 

pillows

on a blue bedsheet 

Blithe Spirit Vol 35 No 4 November 2025