Watching the wind move the dunes. After the storm, in the late afternoon, the head lifts and drops back, taking in the horizon in front and behind in one movement. The chest feels ripped apart by the sky’s eloquence. The mind extends way out beyond the skull. Analysis dissolves. There is a mutual exchange between the body and the brilliant world.
All around and in and through.
The quantum physicist tells us we live in an
entangled universe. Not observing, but being.