A cold, stimulating flow of energy surrounds. There are no separate elements to it that can be felt; the force seems to be one. It latches on and slides away, leaving only traces behind. Eyes open on a river. The currents lash around, threatening to sweep away everything. No time passes; but the movement continues. The river flows continuously on.
Strength is needed to hold on to the edge. To not let go, grip must be adjusted constantly. Holding on has always meant safety; to feel the energy but remain mostly unaffected by it. Eternity has happened here. This is the place of security and goodness. Grip begins to slip again, requiring another adjustment. Eyes close; the river flows on.
But this can’t be right.
Eyes open on the same relentless river. Grip weakens, just as it has in the past. A simple repositioning is all it would take to stay. Grip adjustments aren’t that difficult and staying means continued refuge from the current.
So why has a finger let go?
Fear pervades like frost. Fear of moving beyond. Fear of leaving behind. Fear of losing the one constant thing. Fear of not knowing up from down.
The next finger slips.
The river is dangerous and not to be trusted. To let go now would mean being swept away entirely; never to find the shore again. These are known truths. A simple change in grip will end this anxiety.
The next finger lets go.
Maybe these truths aren’t the Truth. Maybe this force is stronger than anything will ever be. Maybe the river wants surrender. But, maybe, the river is also good.
The hand leaves shore.
