I think I nearly woke, once.
Almost.
Floating, I was spinning like the cosmos,
Stars and galaxies shooting past so quickly
I barely had time to make a wish.
So much velocity,
Yet so much calm.
And still, everything was one.
Everything infinite, separate, intertwined.
I was the universe.
It started as a tug, first,
Like I was caught on barbed wire.
But I was never one to be detained,
So I kept pulling.
Onward, onward,
Nearly tearing the thread holding me.
Backwards, faster
Losing my hold, losing my control.
Always so free, and suddenly this attachment…
But I didn’t understand.
And I didn’t want to.
I simply begged for it to go away.
They say you shouldn’t travel towards the light.
Come back, they say, come back.
I didn’t listen.
The pull of gravity brought me
Hurtling down towards the earth,
And it was all I could do to keep my existence
From being snuffed out forever.
I found the light.
So terrified that the space around me
Blackened, dulled,
Fell to grey and then to the shimmer of
Pink and blue and yellow.
Swirling down and I was caught by something tiny,
Fragile.
Fragment of imagination
And I was bound,
The air becoming smaller and smaller,
When I realized I had a consciousness, looking out.
Blood, so much blood,
And, panic-stricken,
I began to scream.
Tiny fingers, so much light,
Even more than the sun had been,
So much that for a moment I went blind.
So many voices that I forgot how to speak.
The air, so dense,
That I forgot how to breathe.
Laid me down next to a heartbeat as I cried,
Suffered,
Bawled until I calmed enough to
Attempt to look around me.
The world, a puzzle,
Energies a conglomeration of solid shape,
And for a time I didn’t know what to do.
From the beginning,
Waiting, waiting,
Always waiting for the time
When I can find the words and the pictures
To illustrate and remember with clarity what it was like
To fly through the unconscious cosmos.
Please tell me what you think
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is this about being born? I'm not sure... in the beginning you referenced things that made me think that it was about death but by the end I was convinced that it was not about leaving the world but about making an entrance into the world... if that were your intent, it was a wonderful juxtaposition of the two ideas...
I especially liked the part
"So many voices that I forgot how to speak.
The air, so dense,
That I forgot how to breathe."
Thanks for sharing.
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You got it right, yet again. lol. This is about being born into the world. You're not the first person to think it was about death at first...but at least everyone gets it by the end. It's more like...the death of your oneness with the universe. How you are born and have to work on finding that feeling of connectivity...in the beginning of this, it was like...a soul, free to roam anywhere, everything and everywhere at once...and then comes birth, and you're back to earth and being corporeal and such things.
Thank you
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hmm interesting and original
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I felt much like this, after a taste of wacky baccy.Now to be serious this is a very fine write there is so much imagination in the piece and description that one could almost feel they were experiencing the journey
Excellent
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