Floating above row after row of genetically inferior, but identical homes, somewhere between dusk and twilight, wanting somehow to be welcome in the comfort yet not allowed through my own omission.
Knowing that each domicile and every empty space holds one word of the answer to all our questions. Not understanding the sequence that puts it all in place. The wisdom is there waiting for collation and waiting for assembly with the only instructions written in invisible ink and in an unknown verbiage, written out of view on our own foreheads.
Unable to express the feeling, glowing warm and alive, knowing everything and nothing at once, understanding that it’s okay when the heart overflows with love for those you know and will never know and trying hard to get a handle on knowing all for a brief moment.
Being everywhere for a glorious moment while your body sits alone. It is bliss to be with humanity and the rest of the world in the microsecond where you merge with Buddha, suffer with Jesus, hold the hand of Muhammad and walk with Moses and comprehend for a brief moment that it will all be okay again, if only for a breath or a heartbeat.
Eric B.