Invitation

I sometimes reach out for a hand, and none is there.

I wonder if this is just part of being human in the midst of others like me, or is it an invitation for me to relax into a realm of no formations. There is a rich joy in the experience of being connected with another person, a plant, a rock or any other entity. This is mirrored in the rich joy of being connected with nothing at all. The beckoning lure of nothingness extends a powerful invitation to enjoy the sphere where there is no recognition, but all things abide.

I am caught in between the poles of this duality in my life. The invitation of each is so strong, and sometimes very distracting. Perhaps there is an in between where both abide.