This poem came to me in my sleep...I quickly wrote it down when I woke up

What if you were walking slowly backward and tripped and fell into the outline of your image.
What would you see there?
Would you see darkness?
Would you feel your soul as it moved throughout your body?
Would you twirl your arms like a little girl dancing?
Would you feel God's presence?
Feel the heat rising in your neck. As the eyelids grow ever so heavy, the body relaxes and the legs fall silent. The world is still and empty except for the smell of earth.