forget

there was a moment

when i was made aware of the illusion of all other moments

where i felt connected to my existence.

the past of it.

the living second of it.

and the far distant future of it.

i felt the fear and guilt and rage and restlessness of the days long past.

i felt the fear and ignorance and calm peace of the seconds i feel now.

i felt the fear and love and weary readiness of my old soul. 

and i knew me. i felt how everything was connected. each moment that is happening before now and after. and i knew.. each breath was not a breath at all. breath and existence both nothing more than the cycling of the universe.. within and without. i felt this, i felt the essence of breath. and all of it shattered. 

  

shattered and burned. no more fear. free.

i am not i at all, nor we. just free.