crisp air bliss

There is bliss.

There is crisp cold air.

I breathe well.

I breathe deep.

My lungs feel strong, full, and tight.

I close my eyes.

There is silence.

There is emptiness and fullness.

I am engulfed in the thickness of everything.

I have no walls. I have no enclosure. I have no body holding me down.

I am thoughts traveling in the air.

I can travel with the wind or I can keep myself still.

I am in an ocean of life.

You can not contain me.

There is nothing around me.

There are no such thing as objects.

I can feel the warmth of the sun. I can feel the crispness in the air.

I am bliss.