Your body is a space suit;
your mind is the universe;
and you are a nomad.
No hope of survival lies
out of touch
from your body’s biological airlock,
but your mind is another story.
The moment your brain bloomed
its first coherent thought, aware,
your mind broke
free from its mechanisms, escaped
a life of vehicular computation, and became
you: an opened portal.
You are a particle collider
but made of thoughts and dreams;
you are a deep space telescope that curves
imagination into a lens, at will.
You are a peculiar force of freedom calculating
towards infinity, trying
to find a limit as imagination multiplies.
Home and world are packed
into greymatter sacks, and your mind wanders,
literally, through its self-created
door: the glittering potential of being
you.
On your journeys, the less you carry
insofar as facts, the better. Nomads make
do in every circumstance imagined
with few hard truths, improvising
solutions anew as if creating
its tools from loss and hope,
vacuum and pressure.
So you are free; you may go
wherever your creativity conjures
as no mission was ever issued
alongside your life. Simply persist
and make camp with meaning. Make
meals with meaning. Make
meaning from hardship, make
meaning from triumph. Make
meaning in any way you can,
lest you grow weary of exploring
the wild beauty of all you are,
and close that door forever.
Dreamcraft 