I touched a cloud today, I could feel the moisture and lightness of it all softer than a twinkie and it was there and not there at the time. I passed my fingers through it and I could feel the moisture, the freedom of being a cloud and then watching that experience fade from.
I saw the world and then the universe and saw the infinite smallness of what I had been. I was elated until I realized I was dead. No more a part of the world but a part of something much bigger. I was scared and nothing at the same time.
I wanted to accomplish more, to be more but realizing that I was part of something much bigger than who I was or what labels were placed on me. I was good to the world and the world was the world to me. It was doing its job and I fought back with good works.