The Snake

As I feel my way through the garden, I almost step upon you. Your so close yet so hard to see. Everything that you are is everything that encompasses all. I breathe and dig deeper looking for me inside of myself slithering around in my garden. Trying to tap into the fountain that connects us all. Dare to pick you up without the fear of your strike as your tongue forks reality. You slither back into my unconscious. The cold blooded fear of the Self. Its power and unpredictability. Your drawn to it like the snake charming you in the garden….