Immaculate Consciousness Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Surrounded by immaculate-white walls,
looking at an immaculate-white page
with an immaculate mind
and an impeccable heart,
as at the purity of beginning
of whatever may be born:
a vision, a face, a form,
a memory—a poem.

My tentacles
clench upon the walls—
the walls of my mind,
as an octopus
beneath the water in its swimming,
trying to embrace the immateriality.

Mind—Water:
fathomless fluid fluctuation,
slippery as the thoughts
from a thought-forming mind:
it does not know itself;
it does not know
how it functions—but it functions,
as the aquatic currents of consciousness,
cradled in a continuous vibration.

I choose and I shape my wishes:
impalpable, but most substantial;
as images
in a dream which shape reality;
I am haunted by these images
of my own creation: —
elusive, but mine!

I embrace their emotions in my solar plexus,
as a current of life
spreading throughout my being
wishing to materialise it;
as love formed from vision,
as a slightly touch of hand...
or...lips...a kiss...
a key...unlocking
the portal of unconsciousness:
I am at the edge...there,
embracing myself,
and waiting for your embrace.