My Meditation Through The Sunrise

I meditated this morning through the sunrise to a level of clarity where I was no longer I.  But the touch of breath on the rim of my nostril.  

I was a wisp of air that barely moved.  

The me was gone.  

The air inside me was the air outside me.  

I became a membrane of nothing.

The me was quiet, still, invisible.

I was without being.