This moment is hushed by ecstasy. The moment's breathe is held~ and you can see the dusty particles floating through the pillars of light. This is the exhale, and is also the silence. The observation tower of consciousness.. It all just orbits- Minute molecules gyrate in vast space. The waves oscillate in numberless meditation. This is where thought originates from.
It is the nature of the mountain air. It is the emptiness in between speech. It is the moment of possibility when a loved one is leaving. It is the moment experienced when holding a baby first breathing. It is the stem of importance and meaning.
I am starting to remember where we have been and where we are going.