...those soft moments
When you settle into yourself,
Consumed by a beautiful sense
that peace was always intended
to be the aura of your being,
Yet peace, all too often
seems disconnected from your
flesh and blood life pulse.
You look at your body, and ask, "what does this have to do with me...?"
And a flash of awareness says;
"you are NOT something to be observed...
That you can see, touch...and feel, is simply a feature of your having accepted a gross existence...a ground level experience for enflaming your curious nature, and inspiring your continual search for a higher revelation!
Your questions alone are further evidence of a veiled higher awareness...
Your memory is not comprised exclusively of mortal events, occasionally it reveals shadows of your more ethereal relationship with every timeless atom of existence...
Weighty stuff, eh?
...and you think to yourself...
("why'd I choose this outfit?")