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The Ethereal Sea

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Luminescence in extremes,
In succulent violet-greens
That sparkle in the dusky light
And ease me gently into night.

I lie down, my feet up,
Head down,
Slipping my fingertips around
And around in the ends of my hair,
Closing my eyes and lying there
And letting my third eye
Do the seeing.

People, places, countless visions,
Sounds, smells, proclamations
Of all of Time's departed
And the so-called nonexistent,
Bridging the gap between worlds
And drifting through the silver mists
Inside my mind.

Pain comes first, but fades quickly,
Eventually becoming the subtle static
That buzzes throughout the mental
Radio-drama.
I miss him, and her, and them,
All irretrievable to me
Beyond the veil of Death,
And unspoken words swim between us,
Whispered too breathlessly to be heard.
Embraces never to be shared...
I laugh and cry at how I cared
To bring myself into this space,
To eat the woe that fills the place.

Tears are inevitable, but I cherish them;
What else may we expect to hold onto
Except the way we feel about
What we never had the chance to do
Or say?

Next, mingling with the dead,
Come the elder memories
That have been sleeping deeply
When I don't sleep,
That send me sights of ancient things,
And of all things, within my dreams;
Of towers and cliffs and violent seas,
Of reckless conquerors and greedy men,
Of lives lost and never found again,
Of defeat and despair and revenge, as well,
And in it all, I see Heaven and Hell,
And so few realize that they're one and the same-
Not a city, but just different
Names for the stage-
'til the end of the game
When they slip off their names
And float with me
In the ethereal sea.

After that are the songs,
Whole lifetimes long,
Chorus after bridge after chorus and verse,
Songs far too old to be rehearsed,
And newer ones, too,
And some not yet written,
But there in the brew
Is the vocal tradition of all human time,
The chanting of wordless,
Meaningful rhymes
That stretch across Creation
In untold, innumerable
Tongues.

Then the colors,
Indescribable fun
As I lie on my back
And try to name one.
All the paintings and sketches
And miles of script
Are flying right by me,
Like some intense skit where
The characters all know I'm there
But can't see
That they're floating along,
Just like me,
Only spectators in
The ethereal sea.

Time fails; urgency simply ceases to be.
Forward motion is optional;
Everything is everywhere all at once,
And everything is under
The control of Chaos,
Which is tearing asunder
Preconceived notions with the flick of a wrist,
Shoving egos away with a soft, firm kiss,
Caring not at all who stands and who falls,
But letting be what is, and what is be, for all.
There is true freedom, unspeakable release.
I am neither an I, nor an it.
I am It, and He, and She,
And so are We.

History becomes irrelevant,
Except as a reminder of the cyclical
Nature of existence,
And kings and kingdoms die away
In less than a day,
As forgotten as sound in outer space.
I touch my skin, try to feel my face,
But there isn't any, at any rate,
And instead of scaring me,
This detachment, I know,
Is necessary.
We accept it gracefully.

SNAP.
The ceiling tiles over my head,
The telltale brown splotches
Where they sometime leak.
I sit up slowly,
Begin to speak,
Before I realize no one's there;
I was always alone,
And all the winding has tangled my hair
Around my fingers.
Still, it lingers, the sensation
Of being one and many,
A woman and many worlds at once,

Out from beneath the shadow
Of my name,
Swimming with my mouth open
In the rain,
Soaking up all joys, all pain,
Knowing that I, that We
Have the ability to see
How pivotal we each can be
As we float along
To endless songs,
Specters in the ethereal sea.
This is just a brief, loosely written compilation of some of the meditation sessions I've had. It scratches the surface, anyway.
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ConorJMurphy's avatar
I don't think it matters that I don't believe that what you're describing is possible. Because you do so so vividly, so passionately, that all I need to know is that you do. Absolutely beautiful.