Monday, January 4, 2010

Elysium

The land is here
The fields stretch forever, as far as I can see
The wheat grass reaches for my waste
I bend over to smell it, feel it, hear it
It is sweet
I’m not hungry
I’m full, I’m whole
There is a breeze
It cools me
There is a light
I like the light, it warms me, it warms my soul, it warms my existence
It gives me such a peace, it fills everything
No hunger, no thirst, no weariness, no aches
I love the light so much
I feel absolutely pleased
The sky is some soft, silk, thin, bright, fragile, blue
The sky gave the light
It illuminated me, showed me, it gave me
Clouds moved through the sky
With no friction, no abrasive movements
Just through in and out
I put the clouds in my mouth
They filled me everywhere
I squeezed them with my body, with no resistance I was inside the clouds
I am here
I don’t want to leave
Everything is here
I want this
Oh God
I don’t want to leave

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