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  • I felt the rush of energy from deep within the earthy crust
    Sparkling and popping through
    Oscillating particles from waves to strings
    Rushing with the internal rhythm of a beating molten core

    From my red swollen root the wave penetrated me with a gentle determination
    Surrounded by pure light it slowly covered my entire physical surface
    Beginning with my internal reference points and gushing outwards like a fountain of illumination

    The gusher pushed up so high a part of me latched on and leaped up with a bustling vigor
    Particles cleared the way as the part of me that is eternal was returning to the source
    The speed traveled remains the same but the perception of distance blurs as proportions distort

    Slicing through puffs of clouds, I gained a coat of nippy dew
    Beware of flying objects
    The birds will not openly acknowledge your intrusion except with a shit bomb
    But still a blessing and worthy exchange

    The rushing ceased when I broke through our planet’s atmosphere
    Like passing through a glass plane I anticipated a frigid contact
    But it burned

    Scorching
    My flesh and physicality peel off in a boiled bubbling burst
    Bones shatter and turn to dust
    I was dust; every particle of my physical state liberated from a solid state of matter

    And I floated
    Drifted and expanded endlessly to the edge of the universe
    Each particle danced with its cosmic brethren

    Thrust down by my body’s longing for wholeness
    Dissension of a pure state
    Of nothingness fulfilled
    Reunited and caged in the meat shell





    Image courtesy of Nonis
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