…….I close my eyes and focus on every muscle and joint, until the body is no longer felt, not even the quilt, my own isolation tank of thought, where I can think and envision, sight beyond sight and thought beyond thought; all of creations is my crown, no longer bound. My state is forever altered, death can never again cause me to falter, cause I create the world that awaits from my altar, while in deep meditations, I feel profound sensations, with it I feel like a god outside of time, creating what will be all mine, for it is my creation, with no hesitation I envision a beach with golden sands and a beautiful woman with open hands, telling me I’m her man; in the distance rest a beautiful home cut to my dimensions, heavenly stars appear at my command, its splendid and will render any man dependent. In an instance I envision a warm summer breeze, trees and pollinating bees, in deep meditation I prepared a paradise from this side of life’s mirror, for we are children of the one God, and a continuation of that first light spoken into existence.
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even devoid of any theological alignment
I found this a most rewarding read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(to imagine, as to realise
possibility, as design
fallibility as Nature's, sublime
definition as mere introduction
behind closed eyes
our mind's, levitate
to see further, dream nearer
that reality, we aspire towards
as in breath, may it be
in that endless, sleep...)
Very good observation L.B. Mek, meditations is not the same or continuation of “I think I see Gods and angels”, but it is in thought, because it’s like you suggested in your reaction, the visions seen at the moment of death may appear to take only moments or seconds can actually be a life time to the dying.. I remember a case of a man waking up from a two week coma, and he recalled a life time of living with a wife and daughter he raised to her 15th birthday while he was in a two week coma…. The mind obviously is not a slave to time..
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