What if I could move home?
Beyond distance without moving an inch. Living in a space unoccupied. Empty of belongings, possessions, encumbrances. Out of range, yet able to fulfill all responsibility. Incommunicado. Yet in communion. Cut off, but plugged in.
Where I can give up my self. My pride. My ego. My desires. Carry no baggage. All I will own there is my thoughts.
To a place where I can ‘be’. An acknowledgement that I don’t actually belong where I exist. Unattached. In absolute silence, no white noise. But where I can hear the sound of the universe. In perfect sync. Uniting with the Unity.
Would this be escape, or a return?