Thought stretches out, looking for a reflection, an affirmation, a substantiation, but the swirl at the edge of sensation sweeps me up like a breath billowing forth, both with and without an edge of existence.
This trailing off of the seeming solid, this path outward and back into the self, this sapphire blue arising all around me, takes me in my own arms like an impossible lover. Familiar in a way I once knew, like a word, ripe for this moment, forgotten.
It’s just a blue stone, but I won’t come to this place again, yet I will walk with you, everywhere, in all things.