I am infinite.
My light body held in its fiery hydrogen mass.
Here in the weightless womb of oxygenated dusk.
Breathing me forward and backward, present in time.
I am at ease.
Effortlessly arriving with each inhale
as I gather and glide the particled golden mass of me.
And with each exhale, returning inward to rest,
easy in this dewey dusk.
I hold space.
Pregnant with the heat of the divine.
Bearing the weight of the wet clouds.
Hovering in this humanity with you.