Synchronicity

A vibration rises from the base of my spine, 
Spiraling heavenward vortexes of energy, 
Where chakras burn like the aortas of stars 
Shimmering through arterial nebula, a chorus of creation. 
It engulfs my stomach, my navel, my heart, 
Bridging the gaps between constricted spaces, 
The geometries which designed the tree of life. 
Slowly it moves up my neck, through my mouth 
Into the temple of thought, where the third eye 
Illuminates the crown of enlightenment, connecting 
Each node in sequence on a spiritual staircase. 
 
This is where space is infinite, time is lost, 
Details become whole, memories merge  
Into an ocean of stories.   

Every story becomes an ethical wheel,  

Churning each virtue that opens the eyes 
Upon pastoral scenes of white sands and cyan shores, 
Cities of biomimicry flanking the beaches 
Of a world far removed from our own. 
A distant whisper calls, coming from nowhere, 
Smooth as the aerial wind of a wispy dream. 
Such visions are lost among scientists, 
Who scour the Earth searching for answers, 
When the only answer they need is right before them. 
 
Now I let go, release my thoughts into silence, 
Shed my body of its rigid skin, expose my innards 
To the stormy forces of the world, losing all hope and reason, 

Retaining no sense of self, 
Boundless, weightless, floating in a cavity of ideas, 
Of dreams unearthed from the unconscious, 

Of archetypal images 
Rolling through the screen upon which inner reflection 
Projects every secret of God, supremely alive, 
Wholly enraptured, blinded by appearances yet fully aware.