Beyond the Doors

A oval,round,bright and eccentric light slowly
sways in front of my eyes,I feel like the eyes
of the mountain,I have seen it all, I feel like 
the leaf of tallest tree, I feel the blood of a
lion flowing through me. My mind rolls over
into the portals of vivid and vibrant visions 
of dandelions floating down with multi color 
cells in wells of heaven , my wisdom swells,
while sinking into Sempiternal and ethereal
super-conscious of creativity, productivity,
comprehensibility and divinity of the mind,
with the most extremely keen vision I have
seen the bright beam of self. The gift of the
lush greenery burnt and inhaled, traveling 
in blood stream, my blood gleams as my mind 
steams in wisdom's pot transforming into wisdom's
ink as I think of words to accompany paper, the
brain stimulated and awakening the better self,
breath no longer desirable,feeling is numb as you
slowly drift in ineffable mellifluous beats of a drum,
unlocking the minds chamber of secrets,floating in 
a pile of whispers revealing mysteries, my mind is 
unlocked by a friendly shock of lush greenery. 
Up and up sent by a blast to a vast level of awareness, seeing
the soul of a tree and the eye of the sky, high up I fly
in that open eye seeing the truth in the world below 
from the eagles soul and the clouds brain,lifted by the
arms of the tree,mystical vapor of chemistry,I can 
visualize the map of my soul, paths that never bends but
ascends and blends with supreme unknown ,have you
seen the evanescent doors of your mind with door knobs
that shine and door mats made of words sublime,inside this state of 
mind there is a wind binding every thing aloof or close, 


all assembled as ONE.

By: Elliott Bowe

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