Into Thin Air
We interface into this world out of nothing
Like a hand into the glove
We fit inside it like we were made for it
Made of it and we are but
We come from somewhere else
That is not this world
It is thin
And this world is thick
It is light and this world is heavy
It is of nothing and here everywhere there is something
What a longing to be so thin thinner than the air
Or the breath or thoughts or even thinner than light
He vanished into thin air and he came out of it again
In the morning after waking up out of it
He is now in the thick of it again
Up from a deep deep well at the bottom of nothing
He came up up up up up until he was in it again
Like the hand in the glove
Only the glove is the whole world
And it feels really does feel like he is it
This thickness dense and full of always something
Nowhere empty but he knows empty so somewhere empty is also
He slides into the in-between of the everywhere-something
Letting himself become thin very very thin
Like the finest sheet of nano-film
To slip into the in-between of all of this
Thin fine finest very slight and subtle most subtle hardly
noticed
And so so so smooth silky infinitely delicate
Any thought disrupts its space in-between thoughts
Here is the birthplace and the peaceful dwelling of his
in-dweller
So peaceful untouched never been touched and so pure
Pure beingness without being this or that
My salvation my sustenance
My essence
How can I forget Thee?
12/2/12
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