What am I hiding and what am I hiding from?
What is it that is hiding?… In plain sight, I am. Am I not?
Hiding, in plain sight?
Hiding that I am hiding?
Maybe I am not hiding.
Maybe I am playing the hiding game. Playing it so well that I forgot I am playing.
Maybe I am.
And what if I am not?
What if none of it is true?
What if all is well as it is? Would I need to hide?
What if I decide to try resting in/as what is.
As it is.
Birds at the feeder.
A sore bottom.
Is there a need to know?
Do I need to burden myself with a need to know?
To know what? And when?
I rest as I am. No need to know.
All is well.
The gentle mysterious hum of the fan