My Hand

when the images of the mind start to crumble

and all kinds of filters fall apart

then sometimes there is a window or a gap

one can reach outside of the reality of the intellect

one can touch the sky with the soul

I see old memories of the past

in many people's minds

I wish they could jump into the nothingness

that sometimes appears between thoughts

I wish their soul could fly freely

through a realm not known before

I wish you could find my hand

reaching out for you

right inside your very heart

within this moment