The edge of space

Surfing the very edge of space, in time dissolved meditation, translucent light displays void’s face, humming as cosmic vibration. Sans identity, we exist, surfing the very edge of space, navigating it like a mist, with no earth bound goals left to chase. One with oneness, no cause to race, our soul having opened heart’s doors, surfing the very edge of space, we see light shimmer through its pores. There’s no fear, though we walk alone, because we have garnered God’s grace; seeds of wisdom in us are sown, surfing the very edge of space.