Whispers Beyond the Flesh
A Journey Through Spaces of Unseen Freedom
Part 1: The Doorway
I step through the curve,
An entryway to no place,
My body stays behind,
A remnant of skin and bone.
Here, I float — a reverberation,
A murmur in the air.
Part 2: The Garden
I end up in a nursery,
Colors striking and wild,
Every petal is a story,
Each leaf is a snicker.
No impressions to follow,
Simply hit the dance floor with the breeze.
Part 3: The Library
Books inhale around me,
Pages turn all alone.
Words jump from the ink,
Shaping universes without walls.
I speak with the people of yore,
Time turns into a memory.
Part 4: The Ocean
I'm the waves,
Crashing and withdrawing,
Unending, uncontained.
Salt and shower blend in with light,
Opportunity in each peak,
Harmony in each box.
Part 5: The Star
Finally, I rise,
A piece of the evening.
Stars wink in certification,
Every one a tranquil companion.
Here, I am unfathomable,
Ceaseless as thought itself.
In these spaces, I'm hard and fast,
No limitations, no chains,
Essentially unadulterated presence,
Liberated from the importance of being,
A soul in ceaseless flight.
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