Being

I am walking. Everything is the same and yet it is different.

I see same things, walk the same ways, smell the same smells -- and really -- it is different.

I feel different, almost as if my body stands between me and something I've  lost.

I can't put my finger on it.

And that is really kind of it in a nutshell. It's as if I am experiencing some primal memory of being one with everything. I get glancing little moments that are not at all clear, but so free, so powerful, so indescribable.

Like water moving through water and wind through wind, a sense of being without self.

I feel it, but I cannot grasp it -- so I just keep walking.