In the presence of this ocean, the inside and the outside have lost their boundary.
I see myself through ancient eyes: an immensity of sound and movement behind me. I see the odd alien old man sitting alone. His face, unmovable. His eyes, dead, reflecting the distant light of far away stars.
I move my hand towards the waters of the ocean, and for a moment I seem to almost touch the starry sky. The cold of the ocean of emptiness comes closer to my hand. I become afraid to go too far into the immense silence, afraid of being dissolved and devoured by the nothingness.
I withdraw, trying to remember who I used to be, where I used to go, the path I used to walk; trying to remember the name I used to have–the family, the friends, the name. The doing. The being. The day to day. The step by step I used to take. The orderly something that heeds this horribly beautiful ocean of blue.
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This is so beautifully deep and soulful! I would like to repost on your behalf to all my #’s if OK with you.
Thank you for trusting us with your inner realm of consciousness.
🕉🎶💙🎶 In Light and Love I remain Transpersonally Yours.
Thank you, Celeinne! Of course, feel free to post anything I write.