Deconstructing and Remembering

I am the space between breaths, the timelessness of no thoughts, a sea of serenity, the eye of the maelstrom;
I am the summer desert hailstorm.

I am the fledging hawk flying for its very first time, guided by the unseen hand of its Creatrix and Creator.

I am the mirroring rainbow, bowing down and inverting upon itself, doubling indigo over a violet core.

I am all colors lit unto themselves and onto a single focal point.

I am the perfect equation being solved for some (x, y, z) in space-time.

I am high beyond conception, the mind-body sober —

I am nothing, as I am everything.