Having once died, I found the air like there moist and still.
Humming along soft with unseen green wings of light,
The echoes of a song long written unfulfilled,
That wove through veils of gold and endless night.
Each step a path, each path a stair case unseen,
Where shadows melt and shimmer into cold flame,
A silent guide, a voice both fierce and keen,
Would call to me gently, softly speaking my name.
The first was joy, a laughter spun with my tears,
The next, a peace that wrapped the soul in ice and fire,
The third, a mirror bright with all my fears,
Unveiling depths of love, and lost my desire.
Each level bled into the next unknown,
A spiral wide that never ceased to grow,
In realms of thought, of heart, and dream alone,
Where time unraveled, infinite and slow.
How many levels?
In each plain of existence,
none measured whole,
For each contained the universe of each unborn soul.
So tired, he closed his eyes, which made him realise,
although no one can see, his spirit's breaking free.
A point to ponder…
why I wonder
when we are young
and get jerked awake
by a dream or a nightmare
are we hugged and comforted
given the assurance
“It’s not real, it’s not real!!”
and when we are older
and get jerked awake
by a dream or a nightmare
we tell ourselves
with great relief
“It’s not real, it’s not real!!”
whether young or old
we will however marvel
at how unbelievably
real it was
but will gratefully accept
the comforting fact
that it wasn’t real
not any of it
it all happened
inside our heads
but
when someone
has a near-death experience
and they tell us
of all the wondrous things
that they saw and did
inside their heads
whilst clinically dead
there are those of us
who emphatically believe
that what went on
inside that head
on that occasion
was in fact real
proving beyond doubt
that there is life after death
that that experience
fuelled and moulded
by the unknown forces at play
inside our heads
whilst clinically dead
actually happened
what I wonder
is the difference between the two
all of it
every single bit of it
happens
inside our heads.
A WISTFUL look on once a jolly face
You can feel the pain in her grimace
Her WITHDRAWN heart in SHROUD of GRIM
Seems to dim her muffled scream
A chronic state of MELANCHOLY
Seems to worsen her agony
The FEELINGS mix inside of her
She can't just hold them altogether
Her GLOOMY face reflects her pain
Long time she wished for kiss of rain
To wash away her somber DEPRESSION
So she can live without agitation
May the sky, checkered in gray
Grant her wishes as she'll pray
So the light of bright tomorrow
Will melt away her pain and sorrow
Comeback God sacked a craft sassed to last /
Grasp no slack or sag with the rap slap/
Pressure the bag and tip of the cap /
Coder crack hat and lift that latch /
Off the docket and out the casket /
Almost a tragic trashed hit had him cashed in /
Dodged that tactic now have the out to last kit /
Hoss’s odds lodged a socket to play with any ratchet
Age, catatonically passed between
In its thinking processes
Doubt, and the most ghastly, Fear.
And will no angel edge up, to whisper
Death's so called realm, down-winging:
"Death is but heavenly near?"
Moment of death, life force sucked out,
that it’s the end, we have no doubt,
being offered no time to think,
for it’s over, in but a blink.
Having survived this happenchance,
what’s the way we now choose to dance?
Are we as yet not overawed,
that each life breath’s a gift of God?
11-June-2022
In the aftermath of giving birth I personally had a out of body experience.
Welcoming life into this world, Something went iffy. I could scarcely hear the sounds on the hospital’s speakers
code blue. Nurses and doctors routinely and expeditiously maneuvered to bring me back to existence.
I personally visualized a impression of a manlike image
embracing me, kissed me on my right cheek saying go back my child i’m not finished with you after three days slumbering I was reawakened.
I wonder how long I’ll watch you
Even though you is really me
Waiting for some light to walk through
Perhaps I’ll see something heavenly
Or return as a form upgraded
I thought I’d feel blissful and free
But I feel more akin to jaded
Like leaving your shell cast aside
Is relinquishing what I created
Where this other self chose to abide
Wondering if this begins the end
Unsure where I live, now that I’ve died
Maybe it’s yet to be, status to pend
Or in time suppose I dissipate
If time is no more for me to lend
So I’ll wait here in a hazy state
End up there or fade away here
Or if it’s not quite too late
My tangible eyes will open, before I disappear
May 5, 2022
Intriguing subject of which I've read.
Most NDEs come back without dread
of dying, some are eager to go;
some feel they know and are saying so.
Many describe a most brilliant light,
believe it is God's love shining bright.
They're embraced unconditionally;
despair erased additionally.
While in this state, they can fly with ease.
Disease, blindness, cripples are released.
Hate dissipates in the love that's shown--
a wonderful place to call their own.
Long-passed relatives wave at the gate;
want to join with them, but they must wait.
Sometimes they are allowed to decide.
Tho tempted, most return to this side.
Most people are now forever changed--
love is foremost, they must rearrange
their lives for caring till their last breath,
distribute love found at their near death.
May 2, 2022
for Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke
I felt like I was running against the clock
Hurtling through a tunnel bathed in light,
Experiencing a sudden, shattering shock.
And still the peaceful overarching sight
That all would be well for me over there
Hurtling through a tunnel bathed in light.
Then I felt my soul in astral everywhere
A sense of resolution brought peace anon,
That all would be well for me over there.
Suddenly light at tunnel’s end was dawn,
A whisper said the time had not yet come
Filmy curtains of separation were drawn,
I awakened in recovery completely numb.
NINTH PLACE WINNER
Written May 1, 2022
for "Near Death Experience" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
There are many thoughts about death that span both near and far.
Some are forced by religion or inspired by a shooting star.
Maybe we’re already dead, and this life is just “but a dream”.
Can we fathom a heaven and hell, or a creator who reigns supreme?
Mankind has searched for this answer, with science some closely look.
Many have found their rebuttal, with blind faith or words from a book.
Most will not know the truth, until the day comes when they die.
Either way our time here is short and will be gone in the blink of an eye.
There is only one way for a glimpse, but first, your heart must arrest.
All pain is instantly gone, then your vision is quickly suppressed.
I didn’t see heaven or hell, St. Peter, or the pearly gates.
But I did have a profound experience, there is something more, that awaits.
I don’t want to spoil the ending; some things just aren’t authorized.
Trust me my brothers and sisters, you will, be pleasantly surprised.
4/30/22
That night I felt the frail body burn in fainting fever
Pounding heart pushed blood to the brain in a rush
In the swinging sense I felt floating in thin air forever
Vaporized eyes strained in vain to clear the vision
As they looked vacantly transfixed in hallucination
At the changing surreal shape of surmounting space.
Through the thin layers of luminous liquefied night
I saw my entity sinking with my essence escaping
Getting dissipated in the domain of ethereal ether
I heard the sound of the distant bells tolling faintly
Masking the music of the swan song fading away
In stalled time’s serene depth of sublime silence.
That’s when I saw a pale figure appear as if frozen
In the mist outside the window open on the starry sky
As the gloomy clouds cleared I saw in the moonshine
The smiling face of my mother who I’d lost years ago
She came to take me with her, but before I said wait
I regained consciousness after near death experience.
_________________
April 30, 2022
Contest : Near Death Experience
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Suffering depression, desperate for help.
Found a book on meditation.
It provided useful guidance for one's proceeding.
Try to find a quiet time every afternoon.
Then sit in a chair, alone, in your very own room.
Light a candle, then place it safely on the floor.
Watch the flame for some time to help your concentration.
Then close your eyes and clear your mind of all possible distractions.
In 12 days, a feeling of drifting inward did occur.
Each succeeding day I traveled ever deeper,
moving in a tunnel, a tube with walls of cotton.
Up ahead, a brilliant light appeared.
Suddenly this lumen totally engulfed me,
a deep, eternal love so tangibly uplifting.
Then the notion, I'm out of place.
Go back! You don't belong here.
I quickly receded down the tunnel,
awakening in the chair in my room.
The lighted candle still burning.
I have spent time near death.
Not a pleasant experience.
Watching life struggle
with its dilemma.
To leave its host
or linger in a painful
goodbye.
I have carried the corpse
of death’s unexpected presence
past the sallow faces
of the unprepared.
Looked into the pleading eyes
of siblings grasping
for a reason.
I have seen death
walking in the lonely alleys
unable to understand
why it still lived
in a realm where dying
is a game played
by those who want to cheat death.
©4/28/2022
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
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