The Infinite

I have a vivid memory. It's not black, darkness, emptiness, but instead, a total lack thereof, devoid of anything. I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all. Something is watching me. I sense my eyes, but nothing else, a physical pressure. The sensation is reminding me they are there. I don't remember who I am because what was no longer matters. I am defined by my current state of Being, there is no ego. I feel, but I cannot think. There are no words, no language. I can't act because I just am, it scares me, but I know there is nothing to be afraid of. I feel warmth, Joy. My mark is un-smudgeable. The moments are fleeting, transient. Life continues around. Moving, pulsing, growing, flowing. I can't put my finger on where I am, The words to describe it don't exist. But I feel it in the core of my Being. I am here, now. That is all.