The loss of Self

The silent merging of form and light brings a sleep of detail, giving birth to gentle forgetfulness. Wandering here in such a place brings a fullness to it all: The vision shrinks, while the imagination explodes out like a inner sun, through the half-closed shutters of day. I embrace it like a beam of light, releasing all thought of coming or going, adding or taking away--simply being the breath that embraces the fog.