That

There was this one time I closed down the coffee shop. It was a Saturday night in June, and I had had enough of work, and people in general. I needed to get away, and zoning into my writing, gathering new music and playing with my photos really did it for me. My mind had been heavy, loaded down with worries that somehow "this" was not right. Something was wrong - the mind said. And yet the mind was saying this about things it had been part of creating. Odd, I thought.

So I took up my coffee, and took up my laptop, and went to play. Went to forgetting and went to recalling the reality of the moment, that I didn't need anything, that I was That which I thought I needed. That, I thought, is What I Am.