Perched against an ancient stone
That stands on top of the hill
Bathed in the crystalline light
Of a November sun
And wrapped in my winter coat
I listen
To the Makers of Wings
That dance through my being
Until
Dimensions shift within
While one reality is fading
A new one opens up
Giving access to
Beautiful geometry
Of multi-colored light
Dissolving matter into
Fluid rainbows that
Make me wonder:
Where does this body stop,
And where the stone begin?
There is no more I
Nor is there a You
There is no grass, no stone, no air
No cold or warmth
And
While my senses are blending
Light and sound
The veil is lifting
The feeling of connectedness
Leaves no room for thoughts
I drift in timeless space through
The eternity of the moment
That allows me
A glimpse of what I am
A chilly autumn breeze shifts
Dimensions back again
To where my brain translates
Geometry into matter
And tricking me once more
Into illusions
On the far horizon
Out of undefined grayness
Of multidimensional vapors
Ascending water
Reconnects as a cloud
And above me
In the blueness of the sky
White feathery wisps appear
A clearly visible Infinity Sign
Morphing into the double helix
Of a strand of DNA
How powerful the metaphors
We create along the way
As guidance on the winding path
Of the ever expanding Self
And out of the silvery cloud
Hanging over the sea
The White Phoenix is rising
© Jasmine, Wadebridge, November 2010
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
Perched against an ancient stone
That stands on top of the hill
Bathed in the crystalline light
Of a November sun
And wrapped in my winter coat
I listen
To the Makers of Wings
That dance through my being
Until
Dimensions shift within
While one reality is fading
A new one opens up
Giving access to
Beautiful geometry
Of multi-colored light
Dissolving matter into
Fluid rainbows that
Make me wonder:
Where does this body stop,
And where the stone begin?
There is no more I
Nor is there a You
There is no grass, no stone, no air
No cold or warmth
And
While my senses are blending
Light and sound
The veil is lifting
The feeling of connectedness
Leaves no room for thoughts
I drift in timeless space through
The eternity of the moment
That allows me
A glimpse of what I am
A chilly autumn breeze shifts
Dimensions back again
To where my brain translates
Geometry into matter
And tricking me once more
Into illusions
On the far horizon
Out of undefined grayness
Of multidimensional vapors
Ascending water
Reconnects as a cloud
And above me
In the blueness of the sky
White feathery wisps appear
A clearly visible Infinity Sign
Morphing into the double helix
Of a strand of DNA
How powerful the metaphors
We create along the way
As guidance on the winding path
Of the ever expanding Self
And out of the silvery cloud
Hanging over the sea
The White Phoenix is rising
© Jasmine, Wadebridge, November 2010
