Black World

I awake in darkness, warm and loving I am received
I do not wish to ask why I am in this place; I am relaxed
My mind lifts as if it were words on a page
Floating concepts make their way to a soothing language
Speaking with a deductive reminecence with a sound happiness
Descending into darkness I can see only the stars of intelligence
Allowing my body to travel with cerimonial passivity
and as I experience this moment of frightening concord

I am shocked by a loudness in my mind, I scream
Oceans of light trembling in the hands of my mind
Shading the colours of thought with the paint of consciousness
Aware of the change in magnanimity and gains of grace

Stroking up my face are the glowing winds of time
Progress seeks me as its new protiege
Changing form a human into a being in stargaze
This is what it feels like to be a god of wonder

I now know how to be at peace with myself.