A thinking mind is a helium balloon, floating up into space. It is only happy and truly itself so long as it can float up, up, up, unrestrained.
A thinking mind is still a human mind, and does not like to be alone. How can something so free have any accompaniment? Is there another independent entity that can remain with the balloon without impeding its flight?
Tie the balloon to a rock and it is stuck to the Earth. Bound to a tree, though growing slowly, it stagnates its flight.
The balloon may pass through clouds, but not stay beside them. Or the clouds may dissipate even as the balloon floats in their midst, leaving them still ultimately alone. Another balloon may accompany it perhaps for some time, but unless they are tied together, their contents may ultimately distance them one from another.
Maybe a ribbon, tied to the balloon and nothing else – to wait for the contents thereof to one day appear, and fly together, beautifying the balloon with its twists and bows.
Or maybe a lake with a clear reflection, that in being of its own nature, the balloon may come thereby to understand itself better. That within those watery depths, one may see the other, and when the balloon bursts into the sky, perhaps those thoughts come raining down into the lake and they become one until a new thought is formed and the balloon once again takes flight.
Sometimes I am the balloon, sometimes the ribbon, and often the lake.
Love Always,
Rachel
Uncommon Rachel 