Living outside of time.

I'm trying to imagine. Leaving my body. My physical being. To grasp. What it feels like. Maybe I've done it. In a dream. Without knowing it. Or maybe I've come close.  In moments of near-perfect relaxation. To no longer being anchored. To the physical world. To hover. Above it all. I wonder. If that's when time stops. So that one can stay put. Forever. Or until time starts again. Yes, if one lives outside of time. It's only the moment that counts. --Jim Broede