Being
The moon shines over a dark, dry, and rocky terrain--I see his distant silhouette. He is standing over there, peering out atop the cliff. I'm over here, sitting against a rock, fields of cold still air accompanying me in a plane of Earth and Space. He doesn't know I'm here, and we are both paused in thought, two separate dots with tons of lines between us. We are planets in our individual orbits. He gazes into the grand Nothing and the silence of Night holds us in the pods of our own Beings. This is Being. The miles of molecules between us glimmer for an instant and now I am standing next to him, gazing outwardly with him. Our solid silhouettes are the only two upright Poles on the entire Plane of this thing called World. It is vast, and endless. Space is all-encompassing, and it defines us.
We are aware of each other, but words are never spoken. Time doesn't exist. Standing here in our Selves, we are always one and two with the world, one and two with each other. Without the Nothing, I would not be Something, and neither would he, so we are 1, 2, and 3 all at the same eternal time. We are whole, we are separate, we are different, and yet the same. We are together, but not. This is Everything we know, and we are aware of it. This is Being.
Still gazing into the Nothing, I move my hand from my side and hold it out to him. A gleam of change takes hold in his eye, but I don't see it. His hand reaches out towards mine, the ends of our fingers tingling with the slightest touch. We are far enough away from each other that our arms form a straight line between us...Our fingers are charged with something made from the stars, and palms ache to catch one another. We both turn towards each other finally, resting all four palms horizontally, flipping mine above his, then his above mine, until palms fix to each other and slide upwards towards the sky. Muscles massaging, our fingers grip, and we move closer to each other. We are Together. It feels as if we are all One now...but are we? We are all parts and wholes at the same eternal time.
(to be finished)
We are aware of each other, but words are never spoken. Time doesn't exist. Standing here in our Selves, we are always one and two with the world, one and two with each other. Without the Nothing, I would not be Something, and neither would he, so we are 1, 2, and 3 all at the same eternal time. We are whole, we are separate, we are different, and yet the same. We are together, but not. This is Everything we know, and we are aware of it. This is Being.
Still gazing into the Nothing, I move my hand from my side and hold it out to him. A gleam of change takes hold in his eye, but I don't see it. His hand reaches out towards mine, the ends of our fingers tingling with the slightest touch. We are far enough away from each other that our arms form a straight line between us...Our fingers are charged with something made from the stars, and palms ache to catch one another. We both turn towards each other finally, resting all four palms horizontally, flipping mine above his, then his above mine, until palms fix to each other and slide upwards towards the sky. Muscles massaging, our fingers grip, and we move closer to each other. We are Together. It feels as if we are all One now...but are we? We are all parts and wholes at the same eternal time.
(to be finished)