Enlightening Nonsense

(c) August 6, 2009

The eyes blink open
But the body remains closed
to movement
…motionless
requesting a few last minutes of rest
Before being asked to carry me
From place to place
Like a chauffer

The head feels heavy
The cloudiness of the hypnogog
…lingering
A puff of smoke
Hovering like a ghost
Before the wind of the day
disperses it in a million directions

The alarm clock sits by the bed

But time has not yet resumed ticking

from my nightly travels
devoid of body

to places of pictures, sounds and sensations

The only movement
The second hand on the clock
Which remains waiting for me
In the Waking State

Without intention or forethought or decision
A sudden deep breath
Bellows the lungs
Filling them like a gas tank at the pump
And with it I am sucked
Into the world of
Matter and movement
…and time

The legs stretch down
The arms stretch above
The body opens up
Creating more space
As the breath of time
Rushes into the vacuum
Filling every nook and cranny
With its hurry

And now my implanted Soul
Impregnates this body’s womb
And is ready to be carried around
Like imprisoned royalty
In a world that it doesn’t call Home

The silent ticking of time
Starts once again
Keeping me on pace
Like a metronome
In a world that is constantly running
As the sands of time slips through its fingers

I wonder how many more mornings
I will be pulled back
To what feels like a workday
By the morning breath
Until I am allowed to vacation permanently
In timelessness

I hurry to write these words down
…small trinkets from a place that feels distant
Before the doorway to Home
Closes completely
And I am forced to breathe the amnesiatic fluid
Of this world contained in the belly of

Time, Space and Delusion

And I forget Who I Am
And from where I come

…feeling disconnected and alone once again
wondering if I’ll ever feel like I belong here