The most important person in the world
There is no exit
there are so many people in the world that it comes as such a sharp surprise, one day, to discover the most important person is me. one day, one walks through that portal of total understanding, the way in to which there is no exit. i see i am the great sieve through which all knowledge falls -- at least that knowledge which comes my way. the corner of my eye seems so crowded. my dreams are as chaotic and unachievable as I make them, same as my silence and my fears. my worries live inside this house rent free. flat earthers can most certainly drive off an edge of their own making -- i’m exactly the size i believe this box should be. my dreams are as concentrated and doubtless as i make them, same as my voice and my hopes. my triumphs live inside this house rent free.
“You are capable of so much more than we usually dare to imagine.”
― Sharon Salzberg
Poem 7 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”
From my fellow writer friend, Kathryn, today’s prompt is the word “portal.” I think I could probably write many poems on this word as it sparked a great many thoughts before I started writing this piece.
The image is a house of mirrors/kaleidoscope pic from a trip to Nashville the Colin and took for a special birthday party. In our free time (when it was pouring rain) we visited the Museum of Illusions, which was silly and fun. More silly and fun is needed.
Here’s Colin:





Love the pictures!