Astral...

Astral...

It’s daylight though my mind is dark.
I sit and shed the trappings the now.
My body disassembles, its pieces float
in the ether yet are conscious of my being.
There are other pieces of other shapes
floating, not necessarily human or from
this dimension.

They are fearsome, like those experienced
on an LSD trip. Vivid colors, unearthly
specters without eyes yet they see,
without mouths yet they speak, in a
language I know and one that I feel
is just noise. They seem familiar with
one another. I am the stranger.

I drift in pieces yet I’m still one. This
dimension has consciousness but
no substance. It is pure thought.
In other dimensions there is no need of
substance, only a consciousness of
the moment, every moment represents
what we would call a lifetime.
But here there is no time, everything
just “is”.

Suddenly, insecurity creeps in. If I
exist in the world of “is”, can I return
to the world of “here and now”?
I see no path back. The ether without
the tangible is beyond my finite mind
to contemplate. The shapes communicate
as they drift among the stars and planets
as if the life  of “is” knows no boundaries.

This isn’t my world, isn’t my dimension.
I wished myself here but I want to go back.
Existence without substance and human contact
is not for me, I feel pains as my mind
reassembles me, real or imagined.
Out of the blackness there is light
and clarity. I’m me, I’m grounded, I’m back.
If you wish for the unknown, be ready.
There are worlds beyond...