The Waiting Room
An image came today, a metaphor;
I feel as though I am stuck in a waiting room
on the way to truth.
I saw a sign above a doorway:
“TRUTH. Enter here.”
I stepped inside.
I saw a waiting room.
I took a number.
I sat down.
Then I saw another sign:
“No need to wait. Go right ahead.*“
and in small text below,
“*Notice – self control no longer applies.”
Relieved to know that I didn’t have to wait,
I tried to get up, and found myself paralyzed.
Completely unable to do anything.
And now I’m just sitting here,
seeing the open doorway beckoning,
knowing that waiting is unnecessary,
yet unable to do anything about it.
Waves of thought/experience come: