Sometimes when I look at people older than me,
I think about how they were once my age,
And I wonder what they’re lives were like,
How they felt, how they lived, the kinds of things they experienced,
How they experienced and went through the things I have experienced,
The things that I go through.
I think about self
And the world
And about how most of what we think we believe
Was really just transported into us
Through things we saw or heard
We can’t remember
Or point to,
Many of which are bigger and more collective than personal and individual.
I think about space and time
And the universe
And about what it will be like when I no longer exist
In this current form.
I think about what exists outside of the things we obsess about
And think about
All that goes unseen
A current that pulses beneath
What we usually pay attention to
And focus on.
I think about God
And about how so much of this world is just a game
And also about how it’s real
I think about how the things that worry me
The things that preoccupy my thoughts at times
Come from a privileged space of not living in a situation
Where my life is in danger in every moment or second or hour.
I think about
And I also let go of thought
Intentionally step outside of thought
See what I can learn from it
See what I can learn about myself
And about who I truly am—
Beneath what it is I usually see,
In the space that reverberates,
In the current,
The silent space that lives deep within me.