pushing through the cage

Some days there is only the silence. The day imprisons you within its limits.
The limits of the self.
The limits of routine.
The limits of domesticity.
The limits of a job.
The limit of a city.
Of a valley.
A country.
Planet.
Solar System.
Galaxy ....

Is there anything to break through to? The Universe expands, but into what? What is it spreading into?
Everywhere we can set the bars of our cages. We feel contained and oppressed by them only in our minds. Do we really feel that the Earth is a prison floating in space that we cannot escape? No, of course we don't. It has its limits nevertheless.
So if we bring this same sense of limitation to our self, to the moment we inhabit we are able to see that it is a place to live, not a place of restraint.
Then, and only then, do we bloom through the self-imposed bars and shine flower pretty for all to see. Embracing the limits of time and space we can burst through to the infinite, we are free.