Shift your consciousness: float on untouched air in the hollow sound of the cosmos. Hover
free of containment, of gravity, of any concept of weight as if you are a spirit. Feel freedom from
your physical self, a dislocation, like you can let your body drift away. You are one with this
void, somehow grounded in its vacancy, in peace, free of thought because what could you be
thinking, suspended about in nothingness with a faraway star above you, a planet below, the
perpetual emptiness all around?
And you align better with your spirit in this liberation, clear of responsibilities, of worry,
maybe even of your past. Is there a past or future in this cosmic bareness or only the ever-
changing present with no sense of time, no beginning or end? It is an infinite void begging for
generation, the canvas of the universe which remains deep and unoccupied despite the existing
volume of creation.
Is this where all living things begin, in this boundless star field, where you and other cosmic
beings were brought to existence and, more directly, is this peaceful open energy, the
energy itself, your creator, the engineer of all that is? You are — and all things linked to you,
toothbrush, shoes, pets, trees, the earth, the sky above and below — part of the cosmos, of your
creator. Like your pinky is a piece of your body, one with your body, your body itself — your
physical body rooted on this planet is a piece of the cosmos, one with the cosmos, the cosmos
itself. You are the cosmos with infinite abilities, a piece of the creator, one with the creator, the
creator itself. Hey you, creator, architect, shift your consciousness, what will you design, who
will you be?
