consciousness healing: prompt
Pray
A poem
The sun on my face
my head tipped back
worshipping the above.
Eyes closed tight
eyelashes flutter
entering a hypnotic state.
Blocking out the driveway greys
and the neighbour
tinkering on his car.
Lost in music transmitted
through the wire and bud.
Behind the eyes
on my inner lid
play the most beautiful scenes.
Fire skies,
deeply rouged clouds against acid yellow.
Transitions through the colour wheel,
fiery orange,
summer’s creamsicle
then to pink like Prairie Smoke,
magenta rose and back to the
passionate red of the lovers embrace.
Explosions in my head,
the waves of consciousness firing.
Intensely bright white
then softly diffused,
not to shade but to tone
upon the colourful scene,
before it all dissipates
to it’s final edge.
The warm sun no longer on my face
now I’m in the chase
for the last rays at driveway’s end.
I must have been experiencing delta waves while sitting on the driveway because while I was writing this I received the notification on Jean’s piece Playing with Consciousness Levels.
