On a bright night, I sat silently so. While I thought and developed reverse vertigo. A blanket of lights was all I could see. And something suddenly starstruck me.
What’s my perspective actually worth? If my notion comes down to: all is explained through learned, unlearned; rarely found out. Assuming the truth, never a doubt. I watched and I seemed to just be. By myself insignificant, futile, tiny. Like a dot in space, from some point in time. I was nothing for a moment, I was lost for a while.
I related to no one, everyone became I: what before was around I was living inside. Not solely in everything, the part and the whole, for a while I seemed to be all in one. The circle was closed; there was no line in all this. When I discovered… I did not exist. Throughout the cosmos, I was universal. I was all around as I was nowhere at all.
I remembered, I forgot, I held and released. The trees, the forest, the waves, the sea. I returned, I stayed gone; both felt like being. And pain did not hurt. And beauty increased. Free of burden of proof and my own convictions: there I was, so small and so big all at once. I was free of sadness, free of commitment. And there was and there was and there was, there was nothing.
So much more than some self, I was enough. For a while I was one with the heavens above. Not perception but perfection, joy without fight. Beyond perspective; no space and no time. Ahead like below; this existence – a wonder. In, around, with us, until we cross over. Cross through into everything, the stars still stood so. The deep up there, reverse vertigo.
A meaning of life started to take shape. Until I saw that dot… become a comma again,
