When the sky thins out, I am left with the pull back to the physical, and grounding seems so harsh after hiding out in weightless clouds.
I am again a solid body on a solid surface with solid barriers built by solid hands.
Floating minds aren’t restrained by manmade walls, it all just melts into one. I am the wall, I am the door, I am the way in and the way out. I am life, in the perspective of the self, and no one in existence has or will ever experience a life in the same way as this. It is so utterly separate yet such an integral part of life as a whole.
You are everything at once. You are the grain of dirt just as much as you are the brilliant sun.
We are only different experiences of the same universal force.
(Source: sunflowerdirt)