A clear white sky
The spaces between the breaths I breathe.
It expands and contracts,
As I inhale and exhale.
Sometimes enveloping me amorphously
In its vast firm embrace…
With all that I have ever known or will experience someday.
Sometimes shrinking gently into a point in my heart
Like a quiet feeling,
A shimmering white dot,
A sensation that throbs through my vein;
The sky, a formless revelation,
Be sensed; fully consumed
Unknowingly it is birthing me
Subconsciously I am manifesting it from my thoughts;
Or perhaps in existence and shapeless occurrences
We were always One,