orbital-revel

From the far reaches of the universe comes sound and born unto us: time. I find myself sitting alone, every night staring upwards, wondering:

What is this life?

I lye down, eyes only half open, mind only half shut-down, looking up at the light, staring into the black of night. Just observing this breath, watching this life, I am bewildered at what this is as if I had awoken from a strange dream.

Where is the light?

Receptive to the answer but comforted by the mystery I am somehow just hanging here in space and time, so far away from all of you, separated from each and every thing but close to being united with myself.

All the form falls away, it is slipping from my grasp, and all the attachments are dissolving. I know not what reality is, I am hence removed from it.

I am sitting alone, in a sanctuary of my own making, floating towards the far reaches of the universe, this life born to me, this body of mine holding this soul incarnated like a flower in the palm of my hand: so delicate I might crush it. I am staring upwards wondering:

What is this life?

What is this light?

It’s weird. I don’t know. I really don’t.