sometimes I drift off on my couch, and when I wake in the middle of the night, I can look up at the night sky through the two small windows above me while I am caught up inside with my dog sleeping at my feet, and in those still, quiet moments, it feels like the most beautiful thing in the world. my back gets warm and I am aware of the universe I am, as right now I know who I am, although it just cannot be defined and I will certainly forget again. but moments like these will come to me once more as I will just happen to be born to the very middle of the night and I will surrender to knowing I never knew no one quite like me and I still haven’t yet and perhaps I will never know, but being on me, this thing that looks through my eyes to the night sky right now, it just humbles this very random experience of self, this experience of feeling there’s so much love precisely here, precisely everywhere, as I already am, and everyone already is.
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