I’m navigating a field of dark something-ness
Sitting quiet in morning air
In these cavities where my soul perceives life, I seek a heightened energy
Laying hidden behind wrinkled skin
tucked tightly into two beds of compact tissue
in this moment they rest purposefully as if sitting behind window curtains
They serve a common purpose when prompted,
To identify objects in this limiting dimensional plane.
Some days when I come here, I wander aimlessly across battle-torn countries of thought
It is essential to let the river take them
Watching them pass as an observer instead of the instigator
Feeling the depth of their sting grow distant
Sinking deeply into the dimension where we live beyond bodies
Where I am a bee pollinating the flower
I am the bird calling out in a resounding plea
I am the wind pushing through bamboo forests
Until breath inhaling and collapsing my cadaver becomes less of a grounding cord
And the mat placed beneath with intention is no longer a chain to the ground
There is now no face to inhabit,
The world; a faint memory of molding
Here the wind isn’t quite invisible
Temperature is not affected by her power
Bearing colors, intentions and tranquility
I let her carry me up and away
