A dream unfolds, of stories untold
Brightness, that golden luster.
For a moment I am blinded
Freezing my thoughts, calming my soul.
Slowly, gently – the luminosity unfolds
the mystic world in its nutshell,
Of a choir of golden voices,
Of webbed patterns in neon brights,
Of angels guided in musical bliss,
An epitome of synchronicity.
The brilliance spreads out in ripples
As I make my first contact
With this world I dreamed of
My mind is pure and peaceful
As I break contact from the outside
To reconnect with myself
In a sway and a trip and a twirl and a whirl
I dance my heart out
While my body and soul unite
To become what really is me.