It’s fleeting, passing by silently, like an eagle soaring above a steep crevice that falls away into a gorge, emptying its breath onto a still lake, covered in frost.
Like my hidden dapples.
Only the sun brings out their brilliance in rays of gold - with whisks of ebony responding.
I like the silent beauty they offer for those who are willing to slow down and observe - with out judgment.
It’s the invisible me - just barely visible - in the right light.
I feel my own quiet contemplation, reflective in my green eyes, sleepy in the afternoon sun.
Half mast and sultry - while peering into other worlds that no one else sees. I like it that way…
My vision encompasses both the solitary and expansive.
My heart beat slows down as my breath deepens.
My ribs expand and contract as God breathes through me.
I can feel my flesh.
All of it - at one time.
What a gift - presence is.
Noises no longer distract me, for I can feel they are no threat.
And… I am not hungry.
I am satisfied.
Nothing beckons me.
Nothing calls my spirit.
No one knows my name, nor do I have one here.
And I like it like that.
When I am in this place of oneness with everything.
Shadows of leaves dance upon my brow and silk my across skin, rippling the light - waves of ebony and gold.
Ah… there I am.
I almost forgot for a second.