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 Blessing or Curse
I walk through a moving
Weaving tapestry of light,
Color and sounds.
The walls and floors
Ebb and flow with the breath
Of the universe.
I watch
Beings of light
Woven from translucent fabricks
And colors not of this world
Walk about and through us
They feel feelings
Not of this world
For their cultures are not ours
But they are mine,
And I feel like an alien walking
Amongst dense beings
Vibrating at low frequencies
And their darkness envelopes me,
They are human beings.
They encase the light.

But I see the moving tapestry
And I escape
Through a painting on a wall
And fly
Through space
Even though I could teleport
I enjoy the sensation
Of sleeping on the top of the comet
That is my bed

I brace myself against the onslaught
Of thoughts and feelings
Unspoken and spoken in the sea of humanity
Like water and tides
Brutal like waves they beat upon me
And I realize how much energy it takes
To resist the current and maintain
My vision
My center.

The colors are brilliant
And Heaven shines between the cracks
Of this world
And only a few of us can see it
Only a few of us can feel it
Only a few of us can sense it.

Some take drugs to get a glimpse,
Some meditate
Some go on spiritual journeys,
And there are many ways
Not spoken of here.
I didn't know not everyone
Can see the walls breathe
Or the energy waterfalls that
Run down the windows and walls
Or the swirls of light that
Moving like living art in the sky,
Why am I haunted by the spirit and energy world?
Why do I have this
Gift
This curse
And what the hell am I supposed to do with it?

Does it even matter?

What does the single mother
Who is struggling to pay her bills care?
What does the drunk by night
Carpenter by day care?
What does the corporate gopher care?
Or CEO?
What of the high school student?
Or College graduate?
How can my bizarre reality matter
To them?
To you?

What is the purpose for people like me
In this world?
To write poetry about worlds I visit at night?
To paint images only users glimpse
On good trips?

What's the point?
I struggle with it all
With the fluidity of time
That swirls about me
With the grainy photograph
That is a moving tapestry
That is in this very room
With the emotions left unexpressed
That beat upon me
That others refuse to express
And that my lover
The sea of human consciousness
Whispers to my soul…

All I know
Is that I see these colors
And patterns
All I know is that I visit
The other worlds, like most people
Visit Starbucks,
And I don't know
What the point is.
Other than
Poetry,
Allows me to share it with you.


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