Vibrations

Every passing occurrence and interaction is just friction in the Universe's exchange of vibrations.
We're left hanging in empty space while post-zen waves travel through us, leaving behind nothing but memories of what we've lost.
Shells of human beings with a vague sense that nihilism wasn't the only force keeping our hollow bodies from implosion.
The wind pushes us around like leaves while the Hawk rides it high above us, seeing all that the Owl misses at night.
We do not cease to be, merely dissolve and decay while the seasons pass and the earth spins and the sun grows tired and space expands.
Continuing forward, curving in on itself. Forever.