Unplug the Machine
Sorry, but I unplugged the answering machine a while back. I’ve been following my questions.
Questions always lead me to the deeper space within. Lingering, unanswered, like the scene where Alice falls down the rabbit hole. Tumbling and tumbling until her path eventually leads to a caterpillar, sitting on a mushroom, smoking a pipe.
“Who are you?”
The smoke rings spell out, choking Alice as she tries to respond. The problem is she doesn’t know. Oh, she remembers who she was this morning, reading a book on a beautiful summer day, until a white rabbit crossed her path. Since then, she’s been on so many adventures within her mind — she hasn’t a clue who she is.
“Who are you,” the caterpillar asks again.
“Well, I don’t believe I know,” says Alice.
I find myself in a similar quandary, falling down this rabbit hole, knowing only that it will lead somewhere, when these questions are ready to be answered.
“Oh, No time to say ‘hello,’ ‘good-bye,’ I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.”
There he goes again….the white rabbit appears in many different forms.