I have lost
my moorings.
like a large hot-air balloon
rising slowly on a cold morning
off the dusty plains of Cappadocia
I rise, and abandon myself
to the winds of fate
a silence descends
as I ascend
all my attachments, relations,
possessions, obsessions
left behind
powerless to stop my slow but steady climb
to altitudes yet unknown
they now seem
to diminish in size
due to the exalted perspective of my
new position
I acknowledge
that I am rudderless
at the mercy of winds unknown
yet i am not scared
or anxious
about my destination
I know that fate
has also lost the power
to direct me towards doom
as i have , seemingly,
wrested control
I rise
higher and higher
towards infinity
my movement
relatively infinitesmal
the reality of the ground
lost in the vastness of space
as distance slowly obscures it from view
The appreciation of
I
diminishes
as, below, the ashes of my mortality
scatter in the wind
my work is done
I feel the cool wind on my cheek
the warmth of the sun rising
I am content
I am free
I am one.
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