When a tree falls in the woods, if no one is around, does it make a sound?
I sit alone in a crowded coffee shop in a foreign land.
People moving all around me, going about their days, here I sit.
I feel like a tree.
No one knows my name, there is a sense of anonymity.
A mysterious soul rippling ever so gently.
I wonder if my impact is felt, or if the bustle of my surroundings is enough distorted energy to shroud my pulsation.
This non-existence feels free.
Alone with my thoughts - I close my eyes and bring myself to the awareness of alternate senses.
The sounds, the smells, the touch, mine to explore.
Exploration without boundaries or judgements - a feeling so serene.
I may just stay here a while in this ambrosia.
Delighting in the sacred anonymity.
I am but a piece to the puzzle of this coffee shop.
Should I fall, surely this impact would be known to this forest of energy.