unsent draft messages

Everyday, I close my eyes

Exhaling slowly, I ascend to the heavens

Revelling in the footnote like significance of I

For a moment, I see the minutiae that is I

A speck of self-aware dust,

Lost in a blink yet suffering with meaning 

Supposedly, I am one and none

Naive conjecture or is it my blindness that is naive?

Inhaling, I’m betrayed again by the I within

That merely flirts with oneness but is tethered to this world

Afflicted with desires, wants and dreams

Wryly smiling at the irony of the want to be free

Exhaling slowly, I pull against these chains once again