I followed my dear friends to the edge of a cliff and was greeted by a peculiar thing. There, standing on the edge of the earth was a swing set waiting just for me. Her thick black seat and strong metal arms cradled me while together we flew into the starry night canvas, sprawling dark blue, except for a splatter of twinkling firefly-speckles, from the cityscape to the moon.
Each time she lifted me I felt closer to the heavens. I raised my chin and let the gentle kiss of raindrops wash away my sins, cleansing and revitalizing my body like a baptism. I’ll never forget the smell of the rain on the freshly-sprouted grass, with dew drops made from the breath of my friends hanging delicately in the sweet air like glass beads strung on a wire while the crisp wind carried me higher and higher and the most brilliant masterpiece ever created was painted across the entire night sky.
Sometimes when I rise out of the nebulosity of my ego, I can see dead leaves on the ground. Above I feel formless, Uncrippled by any precursing contingencies. Disturbances are nullified by the rising and falling of my breath. I am no longer a keeper of anything. I feel as I've been left to float inside a vacuum that requires the complete disassociation from anything that I have ever known. Everything here is gentle, && welcomed. vibrant and healing. perplexing to those that aren't ready to let go, salvation for the many who are.