Another Glimpse Past the Surface

I see beyond utopia to a land made up of profound thought unconstrained by mortal words or boundaries. Looking past all imagined playgrounds full of trepidation and deep shallowness. The music lifts the spirit, not up, but through to center, where all light begins. It is more than sound or feeling. It transforms my soul, the meaning of my existence. There is what is in front of me and behind me, forever expanding. I am a part of everything, so far beyond comprehension. Yet I am whole, separate, and so very small. There is no sense of danger, only deep burning curiosity. All are there, sharing, being one and many, in the same moment. All apart of the story, little particles affecting the universe and shaping it, erratically colliding in predestined steps. A dance in and out of time.