A Moment Without End

I dreamt I was lying on the surface of the ocean, arms spread wide, gently rocking with the waves.

And I could feel myself sinking.

Slowly

So slowly that I could stay inside that moment — the thin boundary between air and water, between sound and a silence so deep it felt overwhelming.

A moment of existing in two worlds at once.

Slowly

I was descending, leaving somewhere far above all the noise, all the restless movement of the world I knew.

Slowly

My anxious thoughts, my fear, that ache I had grown used to — companions of the past years — were letting go of me.

And what remained was silence. Outside. And within.

A stillness so complete it became a moment without end

/acrylic, pencil on paper/