outer space, inner space

it's getting more and more difficult to find words for my meditation experiences. i don't see lights and visions. no thunder and lightning. day in and day out, it's just sweet quiet, a sense of marvelous contentment, a deep feeling of awe, in a vast, velvety, bright, black space. 

wait a sec, isn't this kind of like the outer space? Or, the other way round, the outer space where more than one hundred billion galaxies float is a reflection of my inner space?

it dawns on me that every day when i sit down to meditate, i'm soaring into a space adventure. i'm an astronaut, catapulting into my inner universe. wow, amazing, fantastic. my love of meditation shoots up another couple of notches.