Inside this Blue eye of mine

"Does anything change in the sky when we understand that there is no Big Dipper?"
-John Goldstein

The continuation of my life, follows through thoughts such as that quoted above. Can we believe in that we cannot touch, see, smell or hear. Often I find my thoughts tangled in the idea that yes, of course they can. I still have moments of disbelief, regardless.

Reflecting on the years of my life, a series of thoughts occur. Following down paths lined in hope and faith, my curiosity is awoke by the idea that inside this path, have I any proof or understanding to continue to feed this hope? Strength and courage only pursue so far, when solidity is absent.

I am sitting on my cushion, taking the five minutes of time. Running fiercely away inside my head, visioning it with eyes closed tight. I merely blinked one eye, with a simple lift in the corner of my mouth.