My body is before me. I linger above the bath, a cylinder of light and water. I see my body. I am in my thoughts above my body and above my thoughts in a pool of bubbles collecting into lines of meaning trailing up and away into a soundless puddling at the surface; I am returning to my self in my body. Gently, quietly. In my skin and in my body in the water.
My soul surrounds my body from within my body. My thoughts slip in and out of my soul. My name is hidden; it dissolves. Everything outside my soul is what I call my life in the hours of my day. I am now completely at home in my body held all about me by my soul. The stillness of the moment is alive with my soul who knows who I am.
I come into a wordless knowing that God is just like me.
– christopher woodhull / art by pia bramley