Sometimes it seems as if I go through bodies
like a long-distance runner through shoes.
Thoughtlessly, I run right off the cliff of myself. Now
I am falling, sensing that there’s no place to land,
but then I go rushing right past myself, exuberant
in the mere feeling of falling — I am happy, free!
My arms are stretched wide open, and suddenly
it feels as if I can fly. I am flying! Flying!
There is a time when we don’t care any longer who or
what we are. For most, it’s when we are in deep sleep.
I am deeply asleep, but also awake and flying, flying
past myself in my exuberance, flying deep into myself
in my meditation, flying beyond myself in my pure vision,
flying swiftly towards you like a bird, like a comet, like light.
I pass high over myself, just as you look up. Right then,
you see yourself moving like a bird, like a comet, like light.
It is one of those times when you no longer care
who or what you are. You raise your hands to wave.
You may be deeply asleep, but for this one moment,
that doesn’t mean anything. Look, high in the air,
you are flying, you are happy, you are free!