Something had to be done. I could no longer bear the anxiety inside. I did what I usually do in such situation: a collage.
The images jumped at me, quick. A men's prison, an anxious looking woman, her black purse thrown over her shoulder, some blue sky, and a bird. Cut away, the glass windows in the ceiling of the prison. Sky now visible, and one bird. Woman looking up towards the sky. Above and behind her, a tough looking man looking down in her direction.
A perfect image for how I felt, trapped inside some high security prison with no chance of escaping. I taped it on the wall above my desk, next to the big Buddha.
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| Inner Prison |
Looking at the picture, I started to 'see' another much larger reality. That of blue sky, unlimited, with the bird flying, free. I felt a shift inside. Becoming like the sky, with breath flowing in and out, no longer hindered. Fear melting, and replaced by a deep calmness that could not be touched by outer ripples. No longer wishing for, or away. Just being breathed.
What is your inner prison? How can you become free?
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