I remember myself as a creature of many forms, of many names.
I remember myself being trapped in this eternal storm of joy and death and life and laughter.
Place your hand on your chest. There is a presence there.
This presence, untouched by the things of the sons and daughters of Adam, is not the product of history.
Feel the space between heart and hand.
Feel your body within. And that which feels has no birth place, has no beginning, has no end. It witnesses all that unfolds before your eyes.
It’s dreaming your life.
It’s awake when you sleep.
It knows when you forget.
It loves without body.
It moves in the spaces between light and dark.
See it again. Do not let it escape. See again.