The Comfort of Wholeness

The spirit of the wind whispers and giggles in my ear as wisps of it wander with me towards the ocean.

My dress is a piece of long, white cotton, and it ripples around my legs as I

inhale deeply, the pleasant scent of petrichor that steeps in the aqueous air.

The soil carries soft prints of my bare feet.

The elements are psychedelic and I am free,

as they commune with the flame that rises in my spine to warm me.

I let the identity informed by distortions, illusions, and forged beliefs

fall like a robe as I enter the steam of a dream.

The space between.

The fog that blends the earth into the sky into the sea.

My eyes move from beneath my mind,

up towards the remembering

that

I can dissolve the harsh lines that seem to separate me and become

all-encompassing, I can become

no-thing, for

ultimately, my body is fortuned to alchemize into ash,

yet the energy within me will never cease to

Be.

I will breathe through the sky and flow through streams.

I will bend light in the clouds to shine through casements and ignite fires in the hearts of beings.

I will be the wind accompanying a young woman towards the ocean as she

inhales deeply, the pleasant scent of petrichor that steeps in the aqueous air.

And for now, I delightedly allow

myself to explore my essence in this compacted state.

For now, I am the sky speeding through the countryside in a 2016 Ford Escape.

I am the stars kissing you gently under a bridge when it starts to rain.

I am the universe listening to dream pop in fleece socks.

I am the ocean filling my mouth with as much water as I can in the shower

because I’m pretending to be a fish.