On a very thin dividing line.

Sometimes when at my computer, I become immersed. In the moment. In what I’m writing. Absorbed in the piece. And I momentarily wonder where I am. In Sardinia? Or at my desk in Minnesota? It’s a good feeling. Sort of an out-of-body experience. Maybe I’m in neither place. But in another world. Gives me a glimpse/inkling of what it must be like to be spirit. No longer a physical being.  Like living an illusion. But it’s very real. Existence is a complicated and splendid and profound thing. A perception. A reality. Both imagined. And lived. On a very thin dividing line. –Jim Broede