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| Watching a volcano in Maui. |
There's a place
where I can go
to watch wonder.
When I'm there, I wander,
like a lunatic on speed,
far beyond any confines,
where gravity does not exist.
I know nothing of this place
or where it is, but it is.
Once there, I'm big, so big,
I've swallowed All there is,
becoming nothing in everything
that's inside of me.
But really there is no me.
There's no you either,
not even thoughts
of what should be.
I linger in this place
where all and nothing coexist
in strange emptiness, so full,
so complete, it's replete
with whatever it is I need.
But I've never really been there long,
just nano seconds of infinity
that I'm unable to prolong.
Perhaps I'm too loyal to this place here,
that seems so real, to feel
that there is a me,
who can at least appreciate
the tangible, huge and tiny
wonders I can consciously perceive.
(The prompt at Carry on Tuesday is "There is a place, where I can go.")
