Being infinite is like running and running,
to anyone and anywhere:
your legs pumping and your hair flying,
it’s as though you’ve broken
and you’ve escaped from normal boundaries.
You’re everywhere, all at once,
filling the world with all you’ve got.
There’s no looking back,
no planning ahead.
Right here,
right now,
there’s just you.
I think that being infinite
is like the feel of the sky between your fingers,
you don’t really know, but it’s definitely there,
(within your grasp, your every breath)
surrounding your being.
