We are Stardust
Yesterday during a super sweet restorative yoga class the teacher asked us to look at our bodies from above and notice the shape of our outline. Then just observe how we take up space. As she was speaking I allowed myself to shift to an aerial view of the room. Immediately I saw my body lying there on my yoga mat. My outline was glowing purple. Within the border there were billions of tiny little flecks of white twinkling light. All moving and dancing together, even expanding out of the tracing of my own shell. It was one of those rare moments when although I already know we are made of stardust, now I can see it. I can feel it. I become sure that the space taken up by my physical form is in fact infinite. As are my own capabilities. In this moment there are no differences between any of us. All I am now is matter, tiny flecks of light moving through space and time reaching towards expansion.