Recently I was talking about yet another book that I started writing, and a friend told me that I write a lot of “twisted” stuff. Which I took as both a compliment and a challenge. So I sat down and tried to write something a bit less “twisted” than my usual fare. Please enjoy:
The sky stretches out before me, an endless expanse of soothing cool blue.
Wisps of white caress the blue.
A lush, deep green field surrounds me, moving by an unseen force.
A breeze wraps around, gently embracing me.
The deft hands of a master play the reeds of grass like an instrument.
A song of “hush” fills my ears.
A neon-bright yellow butterfly bounces through the air, searching for a flower to rest upon.
The green below me races to the horizon to join blue sky.
The white fingers reach out, touch the green.
At peace, I close my eyes and lift my face to the sky, inviting the sun to warm my face.
The breeze returns, engulfing me, gripping me in a soft motherly hug.
I’m lifted and relieved of my earthly binding.
Carried through the heavens, I’m one with the air, one with the sun, one with the universe.
Released from my constraints, I surround the earth.
My host shares with me her every elemental beauty.
I’m adrift in a peaceful feeling never experienced before.
I see, feel, and hear everything. And nothing.
The sensory overload tests my consciousness, which is pulled to its limit before my time is up.
I’m pulled against my will and returned to my corporeal prison, left longing for release again.
I can see it with my eyes, and now I’ve felt it with my soul.
It’s a beautiful world.