A Higher Consciousness

As I inhaled, the air swam into my lungs filling the spaces beside my heart. It made me feel lighter, almost free. Like petals falling off of a flower, letting go of the bud they once held onto.

I realized there are two worlds out here. The one we look at, eyes wide open. But there is a whole underground tunnel when you close your eyes. Inside your mind. It will guide you to places where colors can fly, where sky hangs in shades of pink, and people are not people. But rather floating, glittering miracles sitting in a light you can't find in reality. To get here you must be connected. You must believe. There is a gateway from the crown-at the top- of your head which extends into the Universe. Grab my hand, I'll take you.

This is no Peter Pan story, where a boy filled with dreams will come through your window and take you to Neverland. But I imagine that story could have came from the same place I'm talking about. Maybe I should ask the author.

Outsiders

What if the Earth was a snow globe,
And the person who picked it up
To shake it,
Caused earth quakes,
Caused movement.

Then set us down,
To watch it snow
And come to stillness.

Wondering what it would be like
To be inside. As if it were real life.

The world looks big to us,
But our world looks small
To them.