Eyes shut, body still, mind calm, lights kill.
Deceleration of breath whilst proliferation of death
Rolling down the subconscious iceberg until
Gears and cogs and clock hands turn and I forget—
Stage one. You have arrived at the alpha.
Here what you hear is distorted in your ears
Mind is still well and alive but the site of an alfalfa
Is blind to the visible eye while it is near
Stage two. You have arrived at the theta.
Strange as it seems the fine line between reality and dreams
Are two in one, blended by the mind that runs data
Of past recollections into images in sections as it teems.
Stage three. You have arrived at the delta.
Processes have slowed, memories are stowed away to the subconscious bay
Whilst you enter a land stranded with sand without any shelter
And night is incumbent to veil the reasons of day.
Stage four. You have arrived at the gamma.
This is the part where everything changes.
Suddenly life emerges like a lightning striking the Panama
Canal of your ear and what you hope and fear ranges
Unlimitedly across the lands of imagination
Unknown and grown and stowed away in a strange place
Where whatever happens may precognize like inebriation
Or fantasize to realize what in wakefulness you vainly chase
Across the sky you fly in the sea you breathe
At the speed of sound on the ground and the world around
Fame and fortune and frolic, of fear your freed
Faeries and sprights and aeriform delights surround
Remnant memory in the form of reverie
Entering as thoughts manifest into reality’s reflection
Everyday nuances risen into the realm of the heavenly
Fettering like dots best described by science as brightened brain sections
Speaking of heavenly, let’s speak about that
Seeing that we’ve reached that fact as a matter of fact
And from twenty-seven to seventy thousand good deeds rack
Written with the pen of time on the fabric of fate in ink that is black
Of cosmic connectivity with such spiritual lucidity
From the black hole of the mind out of the soul synaptic ravine
Bridging the gap between the heavenly and the known reality
Despite what the heart desires to which it inclines
Here, a plane beyond this Earth is visualized
Fear is just a construct of illusiveness
Tears are irrelevant in a place you’ll never face ill-speech or lies
Peer into the telescope of the ethereal condusiveness
That which is divine is given as signs from above
Beyond wordly love higher than the flight of a dove
Somewhere near, somewhere close, somewhere you’ll never get enough
Because you’ll be fulfilled with ambrosian stuff
A home of messengers, martyrs, men alike
Who believed, perceived, and conceived the truth like the eye of the night
Never giving up hope or abandoning the fight
In dreams of an eternity that more than suffices their plight
Until you reach the high plane
Where the veil is lifted
Nothing is conceivable to the physical brain
And light upon light, upon you is gifted!!
Pleased with you, and you pleased with Him
This is the ultimate attainment!
Cups and chalices of silver filled to the brim
Of all your desires there is no containment!!!
Ethereal, surreal, this is a dream yet for real
You wish to reach such heights, you think and you feel
And the One you wish to impress knows what you conceal
So you do not digress, and before Him you kneel
Forty years you see what you once believed
In awe, in fear, in enlightenment, in exaltation
Compact into seconds, you have perceived
The recitation of an invocation for nations is now realization
Elated, pupils dilated and deeds are weighted
And if a feather is heavier it is stated
That you will reside and abide in a bode verily hated
By all like, so then why did you abate it?
Flames that purge, flames that scourge
A spark as large as a sallow fortress
Blame is dispersed, the blame is all yours
Why did you not stop when you had time to forfeit?
Screams, despair, dreams are now nightmares
Demons don’t care how painful it is there
Water is not shared, scalding it tears
Through the insides, so I declare, why aren’t you scared!?!?
In between there and a place you wish to go
You teeter between fear and hope of Him
What you deem fair is faced with the throes
Of reality’s truth and not to your judgment or whims
Memories of old, premonitions of new
Fantasies so bold, renditions of the true
Wishes so fantastic, goals you slew
Dreams bombastic, extolled by you
Pulse of the universe beats to the rhythm of nature
Convulse in synchronicity, slowing in tempo
Until the BPM of heart reverts to start place or
The mind sublimes to the rhyme it’s scribed in decrescendo
Shift down, shut down, lift up, hear sound
Gears slow, mind softens, time is rewound
Stage four, stage three, stage two, stage one rebound
Timelessness is bound yet again with the now you found
Rising up from an unconscious sea of still
Acceleration of breath clock hand turn and I forget
As cogs and gears calm the mind, the mind’s lights kill
Eyes open, body fills with life renascent from the iteration of death.