Just minutes from heading into my driveway.
It struck as distinctly as my favorite fragrance.
The pattern that keeps following like a crazy fan.
Revealed its identity, and I began to understand.
"I have to stop filling the hole" I gasped
As I gazed into the infinite space beyond.
Giving the "That's bizarre, but not my first time" look.
My husband waited patiently for clarity.
My fear creates a deep illusionary hole
Which always feels real to the mind.
And in an attempt to feel whole in every moment,
I keep filling it incessantly, it's now a daily grind.
The hole is a figment of my mind.
Just like my fear and insecurity.
The experience is no less imaginary.
And so does the observer, me, too.
I realize that a moment later,
Everything will change again.
The only permanence is my discernment
Of the truth from everything vain!