Belly up, eyes shut, fingers spread, legs uncrossed
Fantastical focus transports your mind to
A world where everything is perfect, calm and content
With oneself.
Hearing her voice grow speechless and soundless
I drift off to the place where
I don’t miss the train, wake up late or disappoint my love.
I cannot move—my body as stiff as their fabricated smiles but still,
As weightless as the words uttered from their unlined and unlimited lips.
I take a step toward the stairs
Each containing another level of my placidity.
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Violet
Rise On Your Golden Bright Vivacity
And climb to the colossal doors,
Which open to grant the gift of your choosing.
Savor the moment as I sit under the mountainous willow
That provides shelter from
the vexing volume of my worries.
I speak to my guide who grants me a wish
That I wish to save for later.
I unhook the energy that is attached to my forehead
And free myself of that which weighs me down to their level.
Saying goodbye, turning the key and bursting open the doors
Giving off a burning, blazing and brilliant white light,
Which activated my id.
I have learned from the energy: renewed and restored and ready
To wake back up.
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