A World Within Worlds
I sit as I observe a world within worlds accessible just by the act of closing the eyes, adventures of the mind accessible through one moment of time.
It starts in my belly, a swirling feeling I can only label as energy. I close my eyes, calm my mind, and listen as I draw my attention inwards. Dancing lights of gold, amber, violet & blue, lure the mind as the eyes begin to rest, lids shut. What began as listening to my surroundings starts to tune into a different frequency, listening to a space within. A different place? A different time? But how? I’m seated, my body is here, my mind is here, my awareness is here too, but at the same time.. not. A golden pool of energy swirls in my belly, I hear it, not with my ears, but with my body. I see it, but not with my eyes, with my body. I see it breathe life into my ribs, my limbs, making it’s way through the river of the throat into the heavens of the mind. I stand by the shore, by the pool and look down, trying to find where it could lead.. no sign of an end.. not even a reflection of myself staring back at me, just glitter, the most beautiful glittering pool of honey I’ve ever seen. I look up, trying to see where the evaporated honey collects towards the crown of the head, but the path towards the sky is something I can’t see either. All that’s visible to the eye is what surrounds me, reflections of gold everywhere, it’s beautiful. I take a seat by the shore, I feel the sensation in my physical body, the feeling of grains of sand on my shins. Cupping my hands into the pool to take a sip, I feel it in my physical body, a coolness in my hands as my palms rest on my crossed legged knees. I drink the honey in, I feel it in my physical body, a coolness in the throat. I stay, by the shore, observing the sensation of being here, but not here, feeling powerful but quiet and hidden. I sit as I observe a world within worlds accessible just by the act of closing the eyes, adventures of the mind accessible through one moment of time. I sit and think about the way the eyes can only see as far as what’s visible to us. With the eyes open, the mind wants to make sense of things, the mind creates lines and shapes and walls to give the eyes an explanation of why things are the way they are, and why things look the way they do. But through closing the eyes for a moment, we’re able to see through feeling, and through the imagination. As I sit here by the shore I realize, I can leave this place just as fast as I arrived here, I realize I can visit this place anytime I want, adventures of wisdom and rhyme await me beyond the haze of gold. It’s bittersweet because what if the next time I visit, my mind might rearrange things, and create a different world. My imagination will always be mine, I remind myself, my mind is my home, I tell myself, I can create anything I want within the realm of my thoughts, I have the freedom to create the same place, or I can create new ones. I can create seasons, I can create sweetness, I can create love, I can create healing, and lastly, I remind myself I can only create the things I can because I am that, and that fills my heart with the love I realize is the breath of Me. The bittersweet feeling gets replaced with safety, the safety of my mind, body, and spirit. The mother in my heart, and the father in my bones. I’m reminded that I am whole. And just like that my adventure by the pool of honey has ended, it’s time to come back, it’s time to be a daughter, a sister, a mother and a friend, I prepare myself to walk the physical planes of the real world. In a split second, my eyelids flutter open. They look into my eyes, trying to see where the evaporated honey collects, through the river of my pupils into my soul, but the path becomes something unseen. All that’s visible to the eye is a regular human, it’s beautiful.
