Where do I go in quiet moments
Where do I go?
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Where do I go in those quiet moments,
when there is no-one to see, to hear
or look beyond my mortal shell.
Where does a mind go
when the bounds of thinking relent,
and the scope of possibility is uninhibited.
When darkness pervades my inner self,
and touches my soul with its gnarled bony claws,
I travel beyond myself, beyond the life I know,
to destinations unseen in time, places manifest within me,
I the master of reality, where only I can know.
Here, in the light of all my being,
I find the solace of fashioned ideals,
my wildest dreams the construct of my own reality,
and in that I am at peace, even in the darkness,
for what I wish prevails,
despite the long arms of earthly reality,
and the limitations of physical life.
Here in the womb of my beginnings,
I touch the infinite, my pristine hope in light,
far from the plague of human will and avarice,
laying within the soft folds of flowing life,
never still, never stagnant, never at risk.
Where I go is solitude, stark yet comforting,
for within me lies a truth so transforming,
that I am one with all life: no person, no belief,
the very core of life, manifest within me,
and here in my space, I touch its soul,
and feel my turbulent humanity fade,
and I am restored in the knowledge,
I am simply particles within atoms
within molecules, an organism,
within an ecosystem, within a world,
within a galaxy, within a universe,
And beyond my body,
the vastness of the universe,
is but a particle within an atom,
where other worlds exist, life exists.
Where do I go?
From whence I came.
Each one of us are made from star dust, we are the universe, made of it, an expression of it. And we are so small yet so immense, from whichever perspective. Within us lies all the answers, all the hopes and dreams, and all we have to do is to realize they are within us. Only we can make that connection.
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