Spiritual Duality

I lay in bed, blankly staring at a dirty white ceiling. Settled within four walls as the night sweeps through the sky outside. I am here, but as I close my eyes, my mind reroutes me on a journey through the senses.

I see bright canyon walls and clear blue sky, a blue that only exists when it’s contrasted with burning red. I touch a warm, gentle river current washing through the small space between my toes. I hear bees buzzing as I wander through fields of sunflowers that reach higher toward the sky than I. I taste the air that has been mixed with raw earth and fragments of dusty red rock. I cam smell the summer lake among the darkest part of the day as I saunter beneath the milky way.

I never completely understood how we leave pieces of ourselves in different places until right now. I am alive, listening to northeast winds break through tress as frigid December cold consumes the outdoor air. But my heart beats thousands of miles from me as I try to rest. It lingers patiently. In a sunshine filled space, out west.