|
Strip me of this shell, so my spirit can survive ( 08 March 2004 - 9:45 p.m. ) It's dark now. Whispered voices scream to my soul. What I feel for everyone now is one thing, one giant ball of light, misty and ethereal, calming whisps of gentle smoke in the gloom. I'm through, I've come to somewhere else, somewhere I've never been before. They're all trying to pull me back, but I'm too far away, I can't hear them now, much less can they reach me. Freed from the grasping hands, I can fly. Below me is forest, dark and forbidding, full of blackened wood and twisting, grasping branches. The leaves rustle as I pass over, a small rodent runs across the dry earth between the roots. I can't really control where I'm going, but I know I'm heading where I want to. Time passes, slowly, but not so as I'm aware of how long it takes. The cool air rushes against my face, refreshing, awaking and cleansing me. As I glide the soil becomes sand, quietly sliding down to a gently breaking surf. I touch the ground and stand, watching a bright silver full moon reflected, rippled but still perfect, in the water. High sandstone cliffs, darkened almost to black by the night, surround me, trees atop them bending gently in the wind. I stand and stare out to see, for hours, days, years, until the land and see have melded into one, the animals have all gone, time no longer exists, nothing except my soul has any meaning at all. And finally I am as I want, as I always knew I would be. I can let it all affect me as much as I like, because nothing matters, pain and beauty are the same thing, and I know everything, I know why. And I smile, a joy that spreads and encapsulates the whole universe, all of time, and so evrything, everyone, can be free too. Here chewing your tail is joy. | |||||||||