What happens in six minutes? Somewhere an egg fertilizes, somewhere somebody dies, somewhere a person experiences orgasm. Somewhere there are people crying, people shooting, people sneezing. Somewhere a tree falls. Somewhere a bird hatches. Somewhere the grass on the side of a hillside burns.
These are moments that all occur - outside the moth-ridden world of our minds. Our minds, like mad false light, to which thoughts come like the deluded bugs of summer. Our attention is clouded and we forget that somewhere, here, all is happening, all is profound and mundane and everything we long for is already real.
Love, work, partnership, understanding, liberation. This is all here, somewhere. Somewhere there is no pain, only the awareness of pain. Somewhere there is no suffering, only the awareness of suffering. Somewhere there is no soul mate, there is no dream job, there is no lottery - there is only imagination.
Somewhere I wait until the timer on my phone plays the digital harp sound so that I may stop this writing exercise. Somewhere - here - I wonder about the worlds within me. Somewhere I am. I am somewhere. There is a jar of tea near my computer. In another world I am drinking coffee, sweetened with coconut sugar, frothed with milk. Somewhere (in another world) a lover passes me and kisses the top of my head, unconcerned with my greasy hair and the strangeness of my morning. Somewhere there are babies calling for me, there is money in the bank, there is a project that takes me out of the mothy madness in my mind. In this place I take a break, wondering if somewhere, I sit without obligation, in a tiny apartment above a garage with chickens making chicken sounds and the freedom of nowhere to be.
