The Floating Man

Empty is the sky, yet full of lights.

They come and go.

In and out of my eyesight.

As I turn and turn and spin around.

Floating through the sky.

Uncontrollable I spin - without direction but with a goal.

The lights arise and cease in my awareness like the thoughts in my mind.

I follow them.

Run after them.

Get caught by them, but never able to catch them myself.

They are always ahead of me.

I chase them, yet when I grasp them they turn to dust and are blown away.

I write them down,

in an attempt to catch them with my words

Instead of with my hands

Yet as I do, floating around, pulled from one to another,

I find myself in their middle and them within me.

Distinctions cease as my awareness extends,

it turns outwards and into myself

As I look at the stars I see myself reflected

I run after myself,

trying to get a hold of me,

of who I am

What I am

What the world is

My relation to the world and the world to me

I am pulled from one to the other,

like a piece of driftwood in the current of the mountain stream hitting stones

And I write them down, reflections in the water, looking at myself.

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Music: Kaleidoscope by Shadows + Shapes