standing in the void

standing on middle ground
not high up in the heavens
not below the crust of the earth
i feel the hands reaching
from somewhere unseen
to grab ahold of me, to pull me not down
but away

away from my mind’s current place
away from my heart’s resting
away from my soul’s content
what lesson must be learned
that requires such tears?
such depth of void?
what insight can be gained
that can’t be found where I now stand?

the hands are reaching toward me
long fingers stretched
black, white, red, yellow, brown,
to a place that restricts
no one from entering
for this place
has no eligibility requirement
no restrictions
no age limitations
no previous experience required

i’ll be called just as i have been in the past
and i will go into it
for denying it
delays the inevitable.
while there no mind is paid
just deep feeling of nothingness
like an empty pool
where water once was held

some will find a reason for it
pointing at me, will blame me for it
some will come up with easy answers
not faithful enough
not loving enough
not selfless enough
not close enough to It
but i wonder

were my mind not always There
would it ever be pulled Here
and isn’t It Here also?
aye, existing everywhere
also Here which is why
this too shall pass
and i will find
middle ground
once more.