I Practice Moving Meditation...
I Practice Moving Meditation Amongst the Heavens
My childhood is fading behind me, still I hold onto a fascination that is ageless; while lying prone with back indented into a bed of grass I play in the heavens.
Counting bright lights held in suspended animation is a mystery to the mind.
Occasionally I recognize the constellations, however my thoughts wonder in the vastness.
I cannot know with certainty that I have not gazed upon the same bright spheres some nights before – or if there are missing lights that are no more.
The space far above the clouds is a place to get lost in the obscurity of centuries of creation, playing tag with the possibilities of the unforeseen.
With imagination it is easy to connect the dots, captivated in watching monsters and angels dance above.
There are few things of this existence more magical than noticing your breath stolen as you stare upon a sky that is filled with galaxies that reach past our human mentality.
I will practice this moving meditation amongst the heavens as long as I have sight and recollection; an eternally grateful spectator to the perpetual imprints of time.
...with ground beneath my spine I look into the stars as far as the naked eye can see.
My childhood is fading behind me, still I hold onto a fascination that is ageless; while lying prone with back indented into a bed of grass I play in the heavens.
Counting bright lights held in suspended animation is a mystery to the mind.
Occasionally I recognize the constellations, however my thoughts wonder in the vastness.
I cannot know with certainty that I have not gazed upon the same bright spheres some nights before – or if there are missing lights that are no more.
The space far above the clouds is a place to get lost in the obscurity of centuries of creation, playing tag with the possibilities of the unforeseen.
With imagination it is easy to connect the dots, captivated in watching monsters and angels dance above.
There are few things of this existence more magical than noticing your breath stolen as you stare upon a sky that is filled with galaxies that reach past our human mentality.
I will practice this moving meditation amongst the heavens as long as I have sight and recollection; an eternally grateful spectator to the perpetual imprints of time.
...with ground beneath my spine I look into the stars as far as the naked eye can see.
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