The Mind
wondering where mind exists--in me or the universe...Sometimes, I’m in the jungle tripping over vines, shoving my way through bushes, looking for a path, wondering if there is one and asking with every breath, where am I? Other times I’m an eagle high above the trees soaring over lakes, my heart filled with sky, my eyes searching for the nourishment I need, wanting to dive deep into dark pools. Sometimes I’m with the stars, in orbit, far away, a point of light, my voice com...