Seeking New Mobility

As setting sun trails off behind a peak, I lie in utter lone tranquility here tethered to my earthly home. I seek a sundering. . . A new mobility. I focus on the hidden, inner me, forgetting awkward limbs and hands and toes. My body must entirely flaccid be, so placidly I keep a still repose that soul might elsewhere go past mountain tops. Then suddenly, I feel my spirit pitch. It spins; I’m on the brink. . . and then it stops! I think this failure’s more than just a glitch. I open up my eyes and see afar, now twinkling with amusement, night’s first star. (true story about my one attempt long ago for an OBE.)