Sometimes there’s a space between thoughts
when a trail of association winds to an end
and the mind stops for a moment
scanning for a new story to spin —
just a tiny gap, a millimeter wide,
but you might find yourself falling between the thoughts
as if between the rungs of a ladder
afraid at first, waiting to crash against the ground,
until you realize there is no ground.
You can sense the endless empty space below
but there’s no anxiety, no vertigo —
you’re not falling but floating
beyond the reach of gravity
an astronaut of inner space.
Relax and let yourself be cradled
amazed by the immensity of your being
beyond your brain and body
stretching everywhere without reaching
floating everywhere without moving
being without identity.