Within the dark capsule of closed eyes,
the soul seeps its way through,
and one becomes two.
A twisting, intangible face within organic casing,
detached and pulled from physical being,
falling upwards against streams of
watery blue and mossy green,
losing fingers and feet along the way,
failing to grasp at the invisible silvery cord
attached to its belly.
Plunging face first into a pool of cool gray,
Sound dulled by the wet hum of nothingness
flowing through starfilled ears.
Utterly embraced,
Transparent, transcended and weightless.
Floating calm amongst the outer waters of consciousness.
And for a moment, finding itself
free.
Found during last night's meditation.
