Nothing above my shoulders but the afternoon

I recognize the soft gentle breezes . . . of the endless space . . . that lives my life . . .

I fall deeper . . . to be caught . . . by my own intelligence as I blend into what is left of my body . . .

Now . . . thoughts . . . feelings . . .create the knowledgeable reveries of this passing moment . . . arousing my sense of my eternal divine presence . . . not alone . . . not separate . . . not anywhere at all . . .

Only this wonderful Deep . . . and nothing above my shoulders . . . but the afternoon . . .