In trying to make sense of this puzzle, a feeling knocks against me as I wait for guidance. Assemble. That’s what the urge tells me, but assemble what with what and how for why? What is the motive for assembly? What’s the thread looping it all together? How do I know if I’m right? How does a spider know how to weave a web?

Along this journey, meaning doesn’t appear, it’s understood only upon reflection from afar. An inexplicable alarm goes off when I find the answer to a question I haven’t asked yet. There’s a voice that’s hard to explain and describe that leads me to some thing that reveals some message. It comes and goes like waves, and like a stream through a dam, the full power of its delivery is lessened and derived past the point of total translation. Because words are never used when in communion with said voice, trusting my sensitivities is vital.

But what if it’s not about filling in the puzzle? What if it’s about arranging the pieces in such a way that it allows the Flow to streamline its way through, producing melodic and harmonic resonances both heard and felt?

A desire for knowledge and understanding keeps me searching for the intimate links, the web, but flowing to my own rhythm towards my own desires is a scary journey. An uncomfortable level of vulnerability is needed to truly feel and allow this stream of unconscious intuition and intentional creative ingenuity is required to maintain the journey. Knowledge is the essence, the piece that connects it all, what everything rests on and is supported by.

Am I strong enough to commit to unconditionally?