The Cosmos in our Mind

Stepping forward, on the wintry desert,

In the darkness, in the shadows,

I see naught, but pricks of light,

Receding in the darkness.

One step, two step, mile after mile,

But from the stars above, have I moved at all?

The desert is dark, sands so different,

So smooth, yet unseen, as dark ground.

The life is hidden, yet an aura thrums.

With life.

I am walking, yet not moving,

I am where I was, I am over here.

But to where am I walking?

Taking a stop, an instinct to wait,

I pause, for an answer.

The universe is rotating, moving forward,

Yet I am constant, I do not move.

The universe closes around me,

And converges into a single luminescence

I am bathed in its light, it shrinks,

It finally enters me, and suddenly,

I am back.

Out of my mind.