Astral Plane Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Astral Plane
I lie down
On the bed
Relax into my own head
I start to feel
The power
Of the astral light
Rising through my body
Faster than
The speed of light
I feel a calm
As my body shoots
Into an astral time
As I ride along
On the colours
Of the astral plane
I see far away places
Sandy beaches
Seas so blue
I see places
With no faces
Faces with no places
People from my past life
People from the next
Then I return to my bed
With peace in my head
Knowing it's not
My journeys end
It feels like a dreaming, makes me want to experience an astral plane the next time i lay my head.
Enjoyed this amazing poem very much; the world of dream is a facinating one, in some sense somehow connected to the spiritual. Keep it up!
Some of these sods leave me cold and sweating and others melancholy beyond belief and just occasionally I wake at 5am and think - Yeah! ! I think I understand this one but am wary having seen what others made of my writings!
I am not going to try to fix your poem into my own personal scheme of life; whether philosophical, religious, or whatever..but you have a clear voice, and I share some elements of the 'astral' type of experience; I have dreams, visions and voices- the dreams are often, they often come true; the visions much more rare- and they are often in the form of a warning, like some dreams are- but the voices, though extremely rare, are DEAD ON- and though they don't always know the outcome- they force me to focus attention on something I need to, something I don't do well without a stimulus. Love your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 10:21:53 PM # 1.0.0
Wow powerful....very intresting, love to see what else you have...look forward to more.