As I Sit in the Ocean of My Awareness
There is a vastness I cannot name—
it feels violet-blue, like night sky before the stars arrive.
Its sound rises like echoes from the deep.
I am weightless—depth dissolving into itself—
becoming what has always been.
What will always be.
Becoming deep knowing—
the it, the all—
returning to what once felt lost.
Returning to the home within the heart.
As I sit in this infinity, this vastness,
the unwinding of time begins and ends all at once.
Who remains?
It echoes—
fading into ripples
at the edges of perception.
Self becomes surrender.
The infinite speaks its true name.
Who remains to listen?
The silence holds the who—
whoever is left.
The who that needs help back home.
