With each breath, I can feel the weight of Life.

The spinning broken pieces crash into one another.

Chaos in the wind.

With each heartbeat, I can feel the weight of Time.

Deep and methodical, or erratic and dancing.

Moments pressing on me.

If I sit still enough, I can feel the Stars fall. A cosmic arc, haloing above my head.

My eyes blink too slowly for the speed of Life around me.

Balanced on the edge of a rock in the middle of the Lake I look down and see a mirror of the Sky.

Am I falling or floating?

I leave my body at the height of prayer.

My soul connects with Spirit.

With an intake of breath, I touch down.

I open up and pull in the Earth.

Grounded once more, Life and Time move forward.

I leave pieces of myself scattered along the shore.