There is a corridor, a path, hidden underneath the vines and grasses of conscious awareness.
Come here, my dearest friend.
Bring your sweet tears and your aches and longings with you.
Come down here.
Follow the path from the brain to the heart.
Take the hallway of the deep.
Find the furnace room where the crazy ones live.
Find the burning.
Find the place where thoughts become filaments of ashes…
floating in the air… dissolved in fire.
Give yourself to the