The Glancing

Closing my eyes I breathe out and for the first time in a very long time I release everything!  It pours from me like a river of madness out and down into the darkness, into the eternity it came from.

All thoughts and memories: all desires and needs:  all connections and disconnections: everything I am, or was, or might be, or will be empties from me on a breath that leaves nothing.

I am not.  I am not not.

For one infinitesimal moment I yield all back to the truth from which it sprang.  It is no longer mine because there is no me to hold it.

One long breath, gentle, complete, absolute.

And then, I breathe in only what returns to me and it is glancing.

Stunned by the purity of a moment so exquisite that the realization of it destroys its existence, the illusion of what is mine is set free once more.