Swimming Clouds

Walking down a starry path, he paused to take some quiet breath in...

There were no boundaries any longer, horizons touchably close. Sense had gained an ever increasing crystal clear clarity. Reverie, being and breathing all blended in a blooming twist.

Suddenly a cool drop splished on his forehead.

Happiness...love...ecstasy.....

Those times in the day when you confuse two realities. When you no longer know whether the sky is a still ocean or whether the ocean is the sky swimming with clouds...When there is no line that distinguishes everything....dreams from reality..happiness from sadness...what happens to you?

You vanish.

He walked on...on the starry path, and behind him, almost in a haze, in a slow quiet way, little cool drops descended in harmony....