slipping through the void

Life becomes untethered

at the point in meditation

when the observance of the observer

dissolves into closed-eyed blackness

and the feeling of breath marks time

swelling the void with life.

The sensation of wholeness

and marked improvement of mood

defeats anxiety

by noticing nothing is happening

and it becomes numb comfort

to not have to be anything at all.

Then the eyes reopen, light floods them again

and the blackness of reality is quickly shocked away

bringing to mind the question, "what does it all mean"?

The difference between shape and sound and thought

are not to be examined so closely

and all meaning dies.

And so untethered, slipping into the void

past all comprehension

and the only thing to notice is the tingle

of some mental satisfaction

rest of some description

brought abruptly to an end

this temporary peace

practicing being dead

with nothing else beyond that

a being made of dirt

pretending to be dirt again.