Falling Into Me

I dip my toe into the illusion. It feels foreign.
At first.
Cautious, careful, afraid of losing what I leave behind.
At worst.

I surrender, and a warm tingle spreads.
Something familiar.
I’ve been here before, this place I’ve never yet been.
Somewhat peculiar.

It’s calling my name, but I don’t hear a voice.
Where’s the sound?
I feel myself landing, but I can’t feel my feet.
Where’s the ground?

Words turning to dust as I speak to be heard.
Don’t they matter?
Pause to share from my head, or to hear from my heart?
I choose the latter.

Without logic or reason, it makes perfect sense.
How?
As I know in this nothing, I have all that I need.
Now.