Falling and Flying

During the night Cindy tossed about on her piece of sky. In her dreams she was tumbling down through the air having moved over an edge. With sky under her, above her, all around her she fell. The wind whistled past her body. The clouds, a montage of white and gray. Time moved like motor run snapshots of every second collaged one on top of the other. She moved over an edge and fell. The sky all around her. Spread eagle soaring through the open sky feeling gravity pulling her through. She moved over an edge. She drooled upward as he fell too fast to decide anything. All night CindySleigh repeatedly moved over an edge and fell through.
The wind picked up outside of her white room. Small tornadoes of sand began to swirl up and they tried to meet the sky higher and higher. The many spirals would reach up until the sky was no more than whirling white sand. Cindy wondered where the ground was. It seemed all was falling up or flying down whether she was asleep or awake. All sense of linear time was gone. Immersed in a sand blast that kept her outer eyes shut, with a part of her white tee shirt over her mouth and nose to work as a filter for this incredible onslaught of energy that she was trapped inside of.
CindySleigh stood completely suspended like a human ladder between desert and sky. Feeling her way, being immersed in natures active energy. The words still, movement, forward, backward were meaningless. Actually all words fell away from her brain and the letters scattered and were carried apart and away by the power of wind and sand. CindySleigh felt for a time the knowing of not knowing. Cindy liked suspension, being suspended, hovering in an unknown place and surrendering to the reality of unseen powers that defy what we define as real.