falling into the night sky

laying here in this bed of grass with eyes wide open, the stars penetrate my soul. countless points of light. orientation is vague as questions emerge; am i looking up into the heavens or down; where does it end; how big or how small. only one thing is certain... i am small. infinitesimally small - a point of light. my sense of time fades and my body feels light. breathing slows and i affirm; i have a body and yet, i am not my body; i have a mind and yet, i am not my mind; i have an ego and yet, i am not my ego; i am spirit. i fall into the heavens like a shooting star and the vibration of my soul resonates with the vibration of the universe and my light within emerges complete.