I feel the rising power of the mind,
infinite source of guidance and purpose.
By no means I shall impose limits on it.
By no means I shall condition and question
the unlimited faculty of the being.
I immerse myself into that inner world as
I crave transcendence.
I demand control of the mind,
and of the thoughts coming in cadence.
I finally found a cosmic space,
a space where nothing but everything exists.
A space where my thoughts are dispersed
where they float to be materialised.
I finally see the vision of my dreams.
My mind harnessed by the desire to achieve.
I can finally recreate my thoughts and my dreams.
Infinite space of possibilities that rational mind
sometimes cannot sense a deal.
How unexpected and how planned,
that I can now fulfil,
what I envisioned for so long.
I know now that I can transform myself
but why is there still that sound
trying to bring me back on time.
I fight it and I do not wish to hear
other than contentment,
other than joy and happiness.
I can now consciously breathe in and out.
I understand the sound of nothingness.
I crave enlightenment and freedom.
I envy the caress and stillness of the water.
I desire the adventure of the ethereal journey.
I will soon prepare for the departure and later
for the unknown cosmic experience.
Breathing through osmosis
I wonder what kind of particles enter my body,
radioactive cerebellum, morbid thoughts,
I regain control, self destructive chemical,
self awareness of the unconventional,
self awareness of other beings
and of the earth breathing.
I enter a mantel of solace, a rejuvenating river of space,
sea of thoughts, wave of sounds.
I feel tired yet light,
I feel wholesome yet dispersed.
I feel vacuumed through the cosmos
by a dark cyclic orbit.
I travel through time and space,
I feel the light in my face,
I see the rivers of Mars and the craters of Jupiter.
I search for silence, peace of the mind,
and acceptance of the unchangeable.
My body dispersed gravitates amongst the stars.
I try to put back all the particles together
but a strong force is still pulling me apart.
Will I be able to collect
my body particles in the cosmos dispersed.
Then… I realise that yet no light has shone and no time has passed.