Mystery of my soul

At the center of now is a journey spiraling into the mystery of my soul. Spiraling round and round leaving me lightheaded and in a sense-withdrawal. A desire to understand the one sitting at the center of my home. A whirlwind of new is blindfolding my perception of reality. Perhaps a walk through the tunnel in the clouds, to the other side of life, will open the gates through which all shall be revealed. Too much mystery, this soul of mine... and yet, not enough! Into the mystery I go! Spiraling inward