The Infinite

I have a vivid memory.
It's not black, darkness, emptiness,
but instead, a total lack thereof,
devoid of anything.
I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all.
Something is watching me.
I sense my eyes, but nothing else,
a physical pressure.
The sensation is reminding me they are there.

I don't remember who I am
because what was no longer matters.
I am defined by my current state of Being,
there is no ego.
I feel, but I cannot think.
There are no words, no language.

I can't act because I just am,
it scares me, but I know there is nothing to be afraid of.
I feel warmth,

My mark is un-smudgeable.
The moments are fleeting, transient.
Life continues around.
Moving, pulsing, growing, flowing.

I can't put my finger on where I am,
The words to describe it don't exist.
But I feel it in the core of my Being.
I am here, now.
That is all.


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