No Gravitational Pull

Independently I took up my position Zen Buddahistically, positioned just so.

I opened up every side, removed the roof, washed away the floor, and invited in empty.

There was indirect light, no critical source, no sun of my own, yet warmed,

and no directions, down was no longer a thing except to where my feet were,

floating but without axis or focal point, free, independently suspended,

worldlessly being a thing mid space with the ability to breathe and silently

look around the theater that I existed in without ambition or physical needs,

awake and entirely, effortlessly adrift with no plans, no instructions,

no knowledge of how I got there but also without fear there were no others,

alone for an uncalculated time, I could see distant galaxies,

bright lights so far away they appeared as candles flickering flames,

thick in every direction and then to myself,"where is my purpose,

I don't just wish to exist as a world of my own." and woke with that thought alone.