Light Cuts Through the Sky

A shooting star comes across the sky. A streak of white cutting through an infinite black canvas. My feelings flare up, burn, and dissipate along with it. Nothing in this world is stagnant, nothing... everything is ephemeral and ever changing. I am merely the culmination of what I think and feel, and every day I am thinking new things, feeling new things. My inner world flows like a ravine leading to nowhere, its tide disrupted by the merest shaking of branches, its surface taking the form of whatever it sees. The river reflects this fallen star.

Everything vanishes like the sinking sun, and I'm surrounded by the onset of night. I feel at ease. During these moments of beauty it's as though you're struck, and, for that brief second, you disembark from yourself. The acute awareness of yourself, of your thoughts and feelings, all of it vanishes... and for a second you are one with the world. You are no longer the spectator of your own self, you simply are. You are like a child and born anew. You are as pure and as blissfully unaware as the sun, the moon and the stars that decorate the vault of the sky.